Yo kid won`t you bust your little freestyle yo?
Say what?
You want me to bust a freestyle?
*chuckling*
I don`t even know how to do freestyles main
You know I get paid to rap
Bosko, bring the beat in main (aight)
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 game, 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 homeboy listen
Before you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin other MC`s mackin styles
And it`s all from head, passin round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
You 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
Don`t need credit from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real trick 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 playa 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
Say you shootin everything when you sympin those
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 girls, gettin hella dank
I drop my top when it`s hot and sunny
You can`t talk about me you ain`t havin no money
I set trends in the rap and don`t doubt me
And care less when other rappers talk about me
I know all you suckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
That`s right, all night cause she`s a damn good trick
Put them legs up high she couldn`t handle it
I`m not a no good punk, I coulda dogged 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
*long musical interlude*
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 y`all know
Then ask Philly, can I rap
South side of Chicago, who`s the mack?
I never ever tripped when you slipped tried to rap about me
Everytime I perform, I make a lot of G`s
Cause I`m paid in the underground rap world
Eatin good like two hundred pound fat girls
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
