You kiss my black a** because you sucked my d*** off
My b**** are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
And most of all it's to the wack m****f****s with wack beats
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
And my m****f***in business and my bank account increase
b****** ride the poke and n***** ride the sack
So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
n***** in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
The po' broke m****f****s think I owe em something
But I don't owe em s*** but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
Cause lookin at me crazy, that s*** ain't gonna change me
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
But the others talk s*** behind my back
The main m****f****s always sayin they gotta rap
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
Then they get p***** when I tell them that it's wack
But Ren ain't a p****, so step the f*** back
And kiss my black a**
I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
Save the s*** for parades
And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
And draw yourself a permanent frown
Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
Because it wouldn't make sense
Rappers doin this should retire
n***** lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
It's like a man tryin to f*** a man
It defeats the whole purpose
It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
A big circus, all that's missin is a tent
Because the s*** ain't worth five cents
So a n**** like Ren'll take a stand
To say a real rap artist don't need a band
All you need on the stage is meat and bones
Save the band s*** for Quincy Jones
And no more singin on the breaks, please
The s*** is spreadin fast like disease
And for them I'll be a cure, pure
You know that I know I'm sure
So I'ma trap on my lure
Every hypocritical m****f**** that's suckin with the rap
Give him a real n**** slap
Kiss my black a**
Now rappers in the business talk s*** behind my back
Just because their s*** ain't sellin and people call it wack
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
Them jealous m****f****s know I clock crazy checks
Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
Barely standin the light of the lime
Life's a b**** with some p****-a** rhymes
But they always on my d*** when they see me
I think beneath that point, they want to be me
I don't break my neck to be in other n*****' videos
Standin around like hoes
But them other n***** gotta do it for pub'
Because nobody recognize them in the club
And when they see me they want to kick it, so people'll stare
Quit swinging on my d*** hairs
And as soon as I leave, the m****f****s start yappin
Run they mouth like a b****, better than they do rappin
And I don't need a crew
Because a crew can't do s*** that a real n**** can't do
So to all y'all n***** that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another n****'s a** so you can slick sign a autograph
And move people out his path
And that's the reason I'ma diss you
Stuff your mouth with tissue
And kiss my black a**
My b**** are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
And most of all it's to the wack m****f****s with wack beats
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
And my m****f***in business and my bank account increase
b****** ride the poke and n***** ride the sack
So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
n***** in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
The po' broke m****f****s think I owe em something
But I don't owe em s*** but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
Cause lookin at me crazy, that s*** ain't gonna change me
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
But the others talk s*** behind my back
The main m****f****s always sayin they gotta rap
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
Then they get p***** when I tell them that it's wack
But Ren ain't a p****, so step the f*** back
And kiss my black a**
I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
Save the s*** for parades
And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
And draw yourself a permanent frown
Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
Because it wouldn't make sense
Rappers doin this should retire
n***** lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
It's like a man tryin to f*** a man
It defeats the whole purpose
It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
A big circus, all that's missin is a tent
Because the s*** ain't worth five cents
So a n**** like Ren'll take a stand
To say a real rap artist don't need a band
All you need on the stage is meat and bones
Save the band s*** for Quincy Jones
And no more singin on the breaks, please
The s*** is spreadin fast like disease
And for them I'll be a cure, pure
You know that I know I'm sure
So I'ma trap on my lure
Every hypocritical m****f**** that's suckin with the rap
Give him a real n**** slap
Kiss my black a**
Now rappers in the business talk s*** behind my back
Just because their s*** ain't sellin and people call it wack
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
Them jealous m****f****s know I clock crazy checks
Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
Barely standin the light of the lime
Life's a b**** with some p****-a** rhymes
But they always on my d*** when they see me
I think beneath that point, they want to be me
I don't break my neck to be in other n*****' videos
Standin around like hoes
But them other n***** gotta do it for pub'
Because nobody recognize them in the club
And when they see me they want to kick it, so people'll stare
Quit swinging on my d*** hairs
And as soon as I leave, the m****f****s start yappin
Run they mouth like a b****, better than they do rappin
And I don't need a crew
Because a crew can't do s*** that a real n**** can't do
So to all y'all n***** that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another n****'s a** so you can slick sign a autograph
And move people out his path
And that's the reason I'ma diss you
Stuff your mouth with tissue
And kiss my black a**