[Intro]
I hate gossip
And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just
Wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop
[Verse 1]
Stop
Hatin' on a n***a
That is a weak emotion
The lady of a n***a
And you can get tipped
Like you're waitin' on a n***a
Put a body bag
And an apron on a n***a
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see
If you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me
To win the title fight
But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm tryna be polite
But you b**hes in my hair
Like the f**in' po-lice
And my flow is rare
These other rappers nice
These other rappers bark
Some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the light
You just might, might wanna
[Refrain]
Think it over
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby
(Get 'em)
[Verse 2]
Stop
an*lyzing
Criticizing
You should realize
What I am, and start epitomizing
Legitimate
I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident
Like f** 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick
So sick, it's like my sh** is dying
It rains a lot in my city
Because my city's crying
Because my city's dying
Still I emerge from all of that
I am a living pion-
-eer, near Zion
Fear God
Not them
Steer my robin coupe
Through the streets of the boot
And soowoo
And then I leak blood in the booth
I leave a bloodbath
Sorry there's a tub in the booth
Now where the d** at?
I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe
No, n***a, f** that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot
Now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pa**
So in your possession, I-I-I must ask
[Refrain]
Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
[Verse 3]
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem
I won't even think
Just leave you dead
Like the mink
Under my sink
Don't believe in me
Don't believe me
I've graduated from hungry
And made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese
If I'm baking a ziti
You n***as want beef
I want a steak
And, uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica
Where weed be
Hard body n***a
Just takin' it easy
All about my paper
Bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers
Why do rappers
Lie to fans, lie to rappers
Lot of rappers lie like actors
Cut the motherf**in' cameras
Cut the check, n***a, f** your props
And make it out to Mr. Hip-Hop
I'm not dead, I'm alive