you want to blame all your problems on the opposite sex, but you're the problem, that's what you don't get. if you think reverse sexism is changing the world, well, you
much cut, disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I remain a Giant, and you Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak
you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit, then I'm sewer rich T-try me, and I'll have your people readin' eulogies I swear you can't fuck wit
victor is me You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be The street dreamin', all y'all niggas livin' through me I gave you life when niggas was forgettin' you
did that shit intentionally Just to diss you And what's this shit you said about You like to cut your wrist too? I say that shit just clownin' dawg C'mon, how fucked up is you? You
the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder how can kids eat
'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know
in packs 'Cause niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think you're a VIP man But you can get cut because you
Never shit where you sleep, keep the crib out of range And plus you never let these niggaz know where you stay 'Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hit and you
pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me Dude I just think you're tryna
' when you swerve (Like it, you swerve) Tell me can you drive a stick If not can you learn (If not, you learn) 'Cuz you comin' on me like bitch the first time Give me your birth date and your birth sign (Scorpio) Same as mine, I'll meet you
feet on my rug, don'tcha? You're in a hurry - SLOW DOWN - I don't like how you actin Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin [
, kid, chrome on the wheels I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil Word on the street, hope you're
re gonna have the Birdman and the Helicopter Man on the same track Yo Mannie, you cut the fool on this track TQ, I see you boy You out from West Coast
the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you
you need a lawyer You got problems and you need to solve 'em You shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems If you'd have played your own shit You
Joe, all that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo, you must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow, you baffled, you mutha fuckin youngstaz,
blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs Can help you to resuscitate, you bustas must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you
