Aww hell nah nigga
We ain`t doin no freestyles
Don`t even know how to do that shit
*chuckling*
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been rappin for half my life
I`m twenty-eight now sayin pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
Talkin bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom`ll let you play that stuff
Now you`re flowin like your name is water
But I`m ten years older and my game is harder
I`m not tryin to say you`re out there dissin
I`m just tryin to say lil nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin on the next nigga`s mackin style
And it`s all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
and keep rappin, I`m floatin past all the stops
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props
Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too $hort fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn`t wait to see me
To the beat y`all, and it don`t stop
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
To the beat y`all, and it don`t stop
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
Let me tell you somethin bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can`t flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC`s
I be signin autographs, spend a gang of G`s
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars
Standin in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin, but you ain`t original
You just shootin everything and you pimpin hoes
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I`m the T-double-O, S-H, O-R-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin bank
Gettin head, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it`s hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain`t havin no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn`t handle it
I`m not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover
Now you`re all grown up, with your partners rappin
But old Short Dawg`ll your ass what happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career, instantly
And it don`t stop, to the beat y`all
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
And it don`t stop, to the beat y`all
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
Now let`s compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You`re phony and I`m all about bein true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo`-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy
Fine lil bitches havin sex with Daddy
I ain`t givin no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What`s yours is hers, she don`t trip
Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitch
But you`re so weak, and it shows in your rap
I`m out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can`t stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can`t rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain`t out because you`re movin slow
By the time you make one I`ll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y`all, and it don`t stop
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
To the beat y`all, and it don`t stop
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow
Ask Detroit, they`ll let them niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who`s the mack?
I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G`s
Cause I`m paid for this motherfuckin rap shit
Eatin good like a motherfuckin fat bitch
Every single day at the house what`s wrong wichu
Eatin fast food if you only knew
I understand though, cause I been there befo`
Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to go
Daydreams, about bein great
It all started back when I was sellin tapes
in eighty-two eighty-three eighty-fo` on up
Waitin still waitin just to blow on up
And when it happened, I still had to wait
I didn`t get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I`m a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest
All that money we makin don`t fault the West
Cause we ain`t the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
And it don`t stop, to the beat y`all
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
And it don`t stop, to the beat y`all
It goes on cause I don`t stop rappin
BEYOTCH!
