Альбом Bishop Lamont

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[Chorus] [Vanessa Marquez] [x2]
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up
For your funeral

[Verse One]
I wonder, wander, ponder, fonder
Read epiphanies entities killin' my enemies
Violently, silently, neatly, quietly
Or out in the open for all who have eyes to see
Your murder
You're leaving
Hating profusely til no pulse or breathing
That's why I don't beef with no rappers
I just send Angels & Demons to clap ya
So I minx you here then worse in the after
Send you to Hell
Dante's Inferno
Seven levels to dwell eternal
These pages here are ripped from his journal
Beef up security
More guns to carry
I'll still be right there just like in Hail Mary
Preparing your bed
With shovels to bury

[Chorus] [Vanessa Marquez] [x2]
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up
For your funeral

[Verse Two]
With men writing, then light, my pen write like M. Night
Rappers too scared to sleep
Stay up all night
Just kill yourself
Please, you'll be alright
Just face your gun, squeeze, you'll see the light
Refuse to, I use some Jew Juice
Same suicide scene
M.O., the usual
Don't fuck with the new crypt keeper
Cause on speed dial I keep the grim reaper
I push the phantoms, no not the ride
The kind that float and dart in the sky
The kind that find anywhere you can hide
Make you see things
The dead come alive
Make you fly off the freeway, your family inside
Trapped, burned alive
Witness your ending
Now open your eyes
Death is the beginning

[Chorus] [Vanessa Marquez] [x2]
I can be your personal chauffeur
Call me up and I'll drive right over
And pick you up
For your funeral

[Outro]
That's some real shit man. That's Vanessa know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' her thing, Khalil on the beat. Let's get onto the next shit man.

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[Verse One]
I don't know if they done told you but bitch I'm a boss
Push a big black truck with the duel exhaust
Stash spot for the haters if our paths ever cross
Beef get expensive, your life is what it costs
But fuck the negative, I'm lookin' for freaks to toss
With head so vicious, ass like Tracey Ellis Ross
So I switch to the Beamer, it's time to floss
Like a bitch that'll swallow like it's applesauce
But if you don't cool, off your chin, let it drool
You gotta doggy style, that's my only one rule
I like to watch the ass
Maybe slap the ass
Kiss it, freaky shit, even bite the ass
Rough nigga, snatch your hair when I stroke ya
Elbow in your back, don't be scared if I choke ya
This that monster fuck, spin you round pick you up
Bet your man don't fuck like this, step your game up

[Chorus] (Bokie)
(I just want the money)
Can't pay my rent with a relationship
(Simps just want the honey)
Go bankrupt just so they can bust a bitch
(You won't get one cent from me)
Not a dime, not a nickle or a penny
(Bite your nails if you get hungry)
Ummm hmmm

[Verse Two]
Yaararaaah
Donkey Kong with the ding dong
Sex powers like China with the ping pong
Dick long as a Chop & Screw slow song
I'm kinda well endowed
Is that so wrong?
I can't help it, I'm a cocky nigga
Literally, figuratively
When it stiff it look like Italy
Oui, oui, it's the Eiffel Tower
Make the sliddin' doors shake when we crush in the shower
I love the neo-soul bitches
Head wrap, vegan, jazz, spoken word bitches
They be actin' so pure and mannerable
Get 'em home them bitches turn to animals
Get my dick sucked to Trek Life to Little Brother
Jill Scott, get 'em hot, quick to fuck a brother
They all the same when they take off they clothes
A hood rat to college girl, I love deez hoes

[Chorus] (Bokie)
(I just want the money)
Can't pay my rent with a relationship
(Simps just want the honey)
Go bankrupt just so they can bust a bitch
(You won't get one cent from me)
Not a dime, not a nickle or a penny
(Bite your nails if you get hungry)
Ummm hmmm

[Verse Three]
I never been a trick
And never will
My dick is expensive
You pay for the motel
You pay for the hotel
Then you pay me
Cause it's so swell
When it comes to simpin'
I don't play around
These niggas Halloween
Trick Or Treatin' all year round
Not scared for 'em
Been misinformed
Only treat 'em like that if it's wifey on your arm
Shit
And even that's debatable
I see niggas buyin' bitches like these hoes inflatable
I could never be a lifeguard, I'll never save a hoe
I treat a bitch like dad, I just say, "No"
I'm not a pimp, I just sound like one
I'm not a player I just hand around some
I'm not greedy but you can't have a crumb
You're lucky air is free cause I wouldn't give you none

[Chorus] (Bokie)
(I just want the money)
Can't pay my rent with a relationship
(Simps just want the honey)
Go bankrupt just so they can bust a bitch
(You won't get one cent from me)
Not a dime, not a nickle or a penny
(Bite your nails if you get hungry)
Ummm hmmm

[Outro]
Shouts out to Khrysis. Khrysis got beats too. All my niggas in North Carolina.
Justus League and shit. That's what's up. Let's keep it rollin' niggas.
Let's go to church real quick on these motherfuckers real quick man.
Spit the gospel you know? Shit knock.

[Intro]
Yeah, I wanna dedicate this to my auntie. Minister, fake homie.
Thank you for pavin' the way. This ain't a hostile song. It's a gospel song.
For all the kids in the streets, that can't feel the churches, cause they don't keep it real with you.
Yeah, I keep the shit real hood for you.

[Chorus]
(Church!)
Niggas act like Jesus ain't tough
Gangster shit, he started this stuff
(Preach!)
Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs
Don't think cause I'm saved I won't fuck you up
(Church!)
Niggas act like God ain't tough
Beef and war He started this stuff
(Preach!)
Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust
Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up
(Teach 'em)

[Verse One]
I came from the church I'll be returned to the church
Man turn me in the dirt, done doin' God's work
I walk the streets anointed Holy Water, I'm blessed
But still keep steel, blow four in your chest
I'll pray for your spirit, then, pray for forgiveness
But the bastard asked for it
God be my witness
He understands what's inside my heart
Same shit's hangin' out your back for actin' smart
He said, "Be humble", bitch, not a punk
You can turn the other cheek, it don't work, pop the trunk
Knock a chunk out a chump if a sucker wanna dump
Lot of cowards never ever fight, niggas scared to thump
I'd rather squab, God gave me healin' hands
Knock the demons out your body, I'm a vessel for God's plan
Why the fuck you think they call me Bishop?
I spit that good book and still get my dick sucked

[Chorus]
(Church!)
Niggas act like Jesus ain't tough
Gangster shit, he started this stuff
(Preach!)
Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs
Don't think cause I'm saved I won't fuck you up
(Church!)
Niggas act like God ain't tough
Beef and war He started this stuff
(Preach!)
Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust
Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up
(Teach 'em)

[Verse Two]
(Act straight Don Bishop, but hey he don't gang bang)
Ain't gotta bitch, hand guns do the same thang
Point 'em and I squeeze 'em and they all go 'bang bang'
Platinum backpacker, new west do the damn thang
It's about time I get my ride on
Say the hottest five MC's, homie like Dylan
(Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop, Bishop
I spit hot fire)
You can light a blunt off my verse, fuck a lighter
Real niggas dream
Fake niggas nightmare
Get used to it, I ain't goin' nowhere
Except the top of the charts
Top floor at the Wynn
Sittin' on top of the world with God and Dre, I'ma win
Can't take no credit, God makes me fresh
What did I do to deserve all this is anybody's guess
I'm been patiently waitin' to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bishop Lamont Show

[Chorus]
(Church!)
Niggas act like Jesus ain't tough
Gangster shit, he started this stuff
(Preach!)
Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs
Don't think cause I'm saved I won't fuck you up
(Church!)
Niggas act like God ain't tough
Beef and war He started this stuff
(Preach!)
Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust
Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up
(Teach 'em)

[Verse Three]
Kirk Franklin like porn
Nigga so do I
If that's enough to burn in Hell, won't be too many in the sky
I ain't met a nigga yet to come back after he died
And explain exactly how things work on the other side
I don't need no fuckin' wings
I don't need a fuckin' harp
Just give me Yo!MTV and some bitches to fuck
Yeah
I'm a honest man
Tellin' my truth
Not yours, not theirs, not them, my truth
Couple hundred years back I'd be murked for that
My head cut off, quick head like 'whack'
But guess what?
First Amendment bitch
Got freedom of speech so I'ma talk my shit
Problem is, people lyin' to their kids
Tryin' to portray a perfect home but that's not where they live
We all got problems
Ain't shit perfect
Bet you get a better tithe if you keep it real in your service

[Chorus]
(Church!)
Niggas act like Jesus ain't tough
Gangster shit, he started this stuff
(Preach!)
Duckin' police, hangin' with the thugs
Don't think cause I'm saved I won't fuck you up
(Church!)
Niggas act like God ain't tough
Beef and war He started this stuff
(Preach!)
Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust
Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up
(Teach 'em)

[Outro] [Bishop talking]
Nigga. And then pray for you nigga.
I put these healing hands on you nigga, knock the demons out your motherfuckin' BODY!
Nigga. It's the hood Kirk Franklin nigga. Catch the ghost and shit nigga.
We gonna keep it rockin' right now remember it's the Pope Mobile.

[Intro] [Bishop talking]
Yeah! Chevy Jones. Danjahandz. Listen closely you wack ass rappers. I made this just for y'all. Wack ass producers and singers. BITCH ASS niggas in general. Church.

[Chorus]
So sad, to have had
Your career's over now
Till time, dry your eyes
Take a bow and say goodbye

[Verse One] [Bishop]
Mad man, it's the rap Mein Kampf
But to fuckin' start a whole new holocaust
4th Reich, my soldiers on the blocks
Self employed I ain't got no boss
Dre my O.G. so don't get it cross
Only answer to God or Christ on the cross
This is no facade, all me in your box
Real till I'm R.I.P. in a box
Death is an illusion
Life a mirage
So fuck authority, y'all not in charge
Military minded, call me sarge
'Bout to kill rap then I'm a criminal at large
It's trash day, y'all niggas gar-bage
I'm Shining like Jack in the lodge
Or Jay Nancy, I'm doin' my job
Since global warming is heatin' up for rappers it's a prob

[Chorus]
So sad, to have had
Your career's over now
Till time, dry your eyes
Take a bow and say goodbye

[Verse Two]
I done warned y'all hardheaded fuckers
In one ear then straight out the other
Catch me while I'm sleepin', that's Deep Cover
187 with your pillow get smothered
I'm sick and I'm not gon' recover
So pull the plug, I'm gone motherfucker
You rap niggas, y'all so stupid
I'm not just a man
Bishop's a movement
Don't believe me nigga?
Go on and google it
Been through Hell, got the burn mark to prove it
Couple of times like Constantine
Young soldier nigga since Ovaltine
I'm Murdock nigga, rep the A to the Team
Pop out the coffin with the M-16
I'm the clock on your dresser 'bout to wake you from your dream
Music to murder by, this is that theme

[Chorus]
So sad, to have had
Your career's over now
Till time, dry your eyes
Take a bow and say goodbye

[Verse Three]
You niggas don't know what's happenin'
I'm preachin', y'all niggas rappin'
I'm teachin', y'all barely passin'
Most rap albums out, hate 'em with a passion
You ain't the man nigga, you Jesse Jackson
Standin' next to the man when bullets was blastin'
Bishop Luther, born to be king
Rappers bow down, muah, kiss my ring
God's middle finger, I reign supreme
Fuck y'all niggas, can't reach my height
Thoughts so deep, fish need flashlights
Homie I'm today, you niggas last night
This ya execution I'm readin' your last rights
Fuck good manners, I'm through being polite
Niggas cock hammers, I'm the foreman on site
Carson's about to blow and I'm the dynomite

[Chorus]
So sad, to have had
Your career's over now
Till time, dry your eyes
Take a bow and say goodbye

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[Verse One]
How many hip hop niggas you know is so gangsta but ain't one
Bump +Planet Rock+ and got a handgun
I used to break dance now they dance like they break somethin'
Me? I'm just me, industry niggas stay frontin'
I was born in '78
Watched crack kill the 80's, bought my first rap tape
Could been Life Is or We Want Eazy
I never heard a motherfucker talk so greezy
Used to sneak and bump the tape when my momma would leave
11 cussin' like motherfuck, you wouldn't believe
My brother bumped Guy, it was some real fly shit
Especially +Piece Of My Love+ when Aaron said "Dumb bitch"
Had the Fila's and the Lottos with my Lee jeans on
Playin' That's My Car till the lights came on
Friday night's, pump it up then watched The Box
Same time 'round the corner, little homie got shot

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

[Verse Two]
How many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but ain't one
Bumped Das EFX and got a handgun
I used to rock a Gumby round shirt with big pants on
Step up in the house party, finna get my dance on
+Ice Ice Baby+ through the speakers was thumpin'
Niggas diss it now, but back then it was bumpin'
My momma and this music shit is all that I had
Growin' up through a divorce my brother move with our dad
And
Due to not havin' a dime
We'd have to move at least about five more times
From Inglewood to S.C., Bueno Park to M.V.
We picked up and moved so much I felt like a gypsy
Bueno Park is where the bullshit would start
Racism let me know what it means to be dark
Fightin' everyday on the way to school
Cause X-Clan and Chuck D told me, "Fight them fools"

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

[Verse Three]
How many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but...
Awe fuck it, let me get to the point
Morena Valley, dippin' bikes, might share floor space
Poppin' wheelies, hit a ditch, fucked up my face
Flash forward, finally we got to move back
With my granny in the Pueblos with the roaches and the rats
Come closer, I hope I ain't lost ya
For fun I used to make 'em scatter out the dish washer
Moved to Compton, that's when I heard Quik
Beefin' with Eiht on +Dollars & Sense+
Death Row was poppin'
Snoop Dogg was rockin'
West coast dominatin', everybody was jockin'
Hooked up with Lee and the Hub City Committee
My nigga John John and Joey taught me to get busy
Around the same time my homeboys started to bang
Thank God, Silicone put me on to Wu-Tang

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

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If you'se a bitch nigga, y'all not gonna feel this
Only real niggas fuck with the realness
Cali done changed so much
I can tell you gettin' senile cause you loosin' your touch
You can't keep it gangster wearin' (muuuuhahahah!)
What you shootin' at? Rattle snakes and cougars?
Did you like how I said cougars?
Cause that's that boushe shit
You'se a movie flick
Click
So I'm turnin' you off
Silence switch the station
No switchin' conversation
I kill niggas on tracks like Final Destination
Part 3
Don't start me
My kill is so deep they shoot them shit's in R.V.'s
I'm jackin' yo shit
Hand me the car keys
West coast is mine, move over sorry
I thought you was a (muuuuhahaha!) but you're a sharpie

[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when shit get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
Nigga stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(Bitch nigga)

[Verse Two]
See, fake niggas hate the truth
So you know they really hate it when I step in the booth
I'm a one man army
Bishop Hannibal Kahn
Ridin' on elephant back with a couple firearms
Keep a shank in my sweatpants
Give a nigga a tracheotomy, give me a wrong glance
Per chance
You ain't heard
I'm a real ass nigga, I don't mince my words
Disrespect me, you gon' get what you deserve
Trespass, will have your ass bite down on the curb
You don't know what happens next?
I suggest you go and rent American History X
Yeah
I'm smashin' rappers heads in
Mad about it? Blame Dre, he let me in
If it's beef, Farrakhan can't save you
Better go get Rev. Run to pray for you

[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when shit get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
Nigga stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(Bitch nigga)

[Verse Three]
Let me apologize New York (I'm sorry)
These fake gangster niggas livin' in a time warp (It ain't '86)
We ain't just khaki's and Dickies
Gangster's got baps
Gangster's rock silk
Timberlands, dress shoes and fools still get killed
I know they look like the man in they video
But real life can't come back to their city yo
Ain't it pitiful?
Um, um, um
But nope, not me
I be where I wanna be, see what I wanna see
That ain't an entourage nigga, that's my family
Blood relatives, not just close friends
If not I'm dolo
Dippin' up the 1-10
You a Ain't-No-More
Fuck a has been
Cut the killer talk nigga, let's scrap then
Boom ping ping
You know what'll happen

[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when shit get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
Nigga stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(Bitch nigga)

[Outro]
Ha ha ha. That's right nigga. You gotta let niggas know man.
Niggas doin' a lot of wack shit out there right now, that shit ain't cool.
Step your motherfuckin' bars up nigga. Singers be singers, rappers be rappers nigga.
Cut that cross dressin' out.

[Verse One]
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Besides a fuck up, drop out, my mother's disappointment
Broke with no employment
Hope rarely visits so the ghetto get's avoided
Necessity the mother of invention
Dad's missin'
So I guess that makes it father too
A hair pick couldn't show you what I been through
Hell and back
Then back again
Matter of fact
That's my point of origin
Never see Heaven
Only felt the flames
Wonder why God ain't come when I used to call his name
But I was off the hook, my phone, He felt the same
Bad service
We got disconnected
See I'm livin' life
Life ain't livin' me
Fuck the negative, I switched the polarity
Made lemonade with every lemon handed me
Rap wasn't plan A
It was plan C

[Chorus]
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the hood, Hollywood to the big screen
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the bus stop bucket to a Bentley
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Even when my teachers used to say I wouldn't be
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Block star to rock star, momma look at me

[Verse Two]
See you wanna be a rap star
I just wanna be happy
And know my momma's proud when she look at me
Raised in the dirt nigga
Barely watered still grew like a Redwood
Stronger even harder
I lot of niggas I knew and know didn't make it
Struck down on the block
Struck out and got locked
Strung out on that rock
The way of the world crushed they dreams
Rewrote they scenes, re-casted they roles (Damn)
What a fucked up world, I know
Got you feelin' like God ain't watchin'
God ain't listenin'
Life's so parallel to Hell you hear the Devil gigglin'
I remember at times, gettin' so drunk out my mind
Watchin' the night sky, wonderin' where we go when we die
The homie Zack has a scuffle at the liquor sto'
Fell back, cracked his skull, coma, he ain't here no mo' (rest in peace)
Now every soul that we lost, that's what I'm livin' fo'

[Chorus]
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the hood, Hollywood to the big screen
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the bus stop bucket to a Bentley
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Even when my teachers used to say I wouldn't be
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Block star to rock star, momma look at me

[Verse Three]
Single parent home livin'
All I ever knew
No Huxtable shit, no Pudding pops to get me through
Just my momma
And my brother
Then he had to move for awhile we ain't see each other
Used to hate my father
For what he did to momma
Used to see her cry when she died
Fuck my father
Said he'd come and visit
No show, didn't bother
Bags packed, he didn't call back, man fuck my father
Had my hopes up
And never showed up
It's no surprise if we bad fathers when we grow up
But I was just a baby
Couldn't understand
Nobody's perfect, you wasn't perfect, you was just a man
Then I became a man
See you every time I take a look in the mirror
How could I hate you?
Wouldn't be here without you
And through it all I love you pops
And I'ma shine for you

[Chorus]
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the hood, Hollywood to the big screen
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
From the bus stop bucket to a Bentley
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Even when my teachers used to say I wouldn't be
I knew I was gonna be somethin'
Block star to rock star, momma look at me

[Outro] [Bishop talking]
Look at me! Yeah! Motherfuckin' high school drop out nigga.
Hehehe. I love it. Hi to all my teachers and shit. Let's keep it movin' though.
Real is all I can give you nigga. Real is all you should ever want nigga.
Let's go deeper. I give you my life. I give you my soul.
BANG! It's the Pope Mobile.

[Verse One]
How many hip hop niggas you know is so gangsta but ain't one
Bump +Planet Rock+ and got a handgun
I used to break dance now they dance like they break somethin'
Me? I'm just me, industry niggas stay frontin'
I was born in '78
Watched crack kill the 80's, bought my first rap tape
Could been Life Is or We Want Eazy
I never heard a motherfucker talk so greezy
Used to sneak and bump the tape when my momma would leave
11 cussin' like motherfuck, you wouldn't believe
My brother bumped Guy, it was some real fly shit
Especially +Piece Of My Love+ when Aaron said "Dumb bitch"
Had the Fila's and the Lottos with my Lee jeans on
Playin' That's My Car till the lights came on
Friday night's, pump it up then watched The Box
Same time 'round the corner, little homie got shot

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

[Verse Two]
How many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but ain't one
Bumped Das EFX and got a handgun
I used to rock a Gumby round shirt with big pants on
Step up in the house party, finna get my dance on
+Ice Ice Baby+ through the speakers was thumpin'
Niggas diss it now, but back then it was bumpin'
My momma and this music shit is all that I had
Growin' up through a divorce my brother move with our dad
And
Due to not havin' a dime
We'd have to move at least about five more times
From Inglewood to S.C., Bueno Park to M.V.
We picked up and moved so much I felt like a gypsy
Bueno Park is where the bullshit would start
Racism let me know what it means to be dark
Fightin' everyday on the way to school
Cause X-Clan and Chuck D told me, "Fight them fools"

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

[Verse Three]
How many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but...
Awe fuck it, let me get to the point
Morena Valley, dippin' bikes, might share floor space
Poppin' wheelies, hit a ditch, fucked up my face
Flash forward, finally we got to move back
With my granny in the Pueblos with the roaches and the rats
Come closer, I hope I ain't lost ya
For fun I used to make 'em scatter out the dish washer
Moved to Compton, that's when I heard Quik
Beefin' with Eiht on +Dollars & Sense+
Death Row was poppin'
Snoop Dogg was rockin'
West coast dominatin', everybody was jockin'
Hooked up with Lee and the Hub City Committee
My nigga John John and Joey taught me to get busy
Around the same time my homeboys started to bang
Thank God, Silicone put me on to Wu-Tang

[Chorus] [x2]
Yeah
This music shit saved my life
Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write
A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life
For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic

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[Verse One]
Is it me, or is this music shit wack?
Could it be, this rap shit it's a wrap?
How did we, get so far off track?
To the wack then you automatically get a contract
The south?
You can't hate on that
But a lot of rappers comin' out of there is real wack
Snap music, I get it
The bitches love it, admit it
But +Aye Bay Bay+, I'm not fuckin' with it
And ain't got to
My music likewise
Different strokes for different folks, they showin' the same signs
Punxsutawney Phil I keep seein' the same guys
Ground Hog's Day I keep hearin' the same rhymes
If anyone's offended, shit I ain't gonna apologize
I feel like Bill Murray, want to break my radio
Neighbors wonder why record sales ain't poppin'
Don't just blame digital downloads, it's the bullshit your droppin'

[Chorus] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway

[Verse Two]
Honestly, honesty don't offend me
Honestly, that's all my pen be
Rappers got a problem, we ain't gotta be friendly
But stop makin' songs for kids and leave that to Disney
I don't listen to kids, kids listen to me
So when they grow up who you think they wanna be?
Hopefully not me
I'm no role model
But I roll with a model, smash it like avacado
Raise yo' kids stop raisin' hell
Stop blamin' 50 Cent when young Johnny go to jail
Be A Parent Or Die Tryin', you ain't done too well
I don't know yo kids, it's not my fault if you failed
But Oprah said it's rap's fault, disrespectful to the female
But what does she know? She's finger bangin' Gail
I could be right or I could be wrong
Let he without sin cast the first stone

[Chorus] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway

[Verse Three]
New York, New York big city of dreams
Niggas swear they gang bangers, it ain't all that it seems
Is Jim Jones a real Blood?
Ask Big Wide
Oh Wee and Young Dre will get the truth, no lie
I ain't really like +Ballin'+ but I like his style
And Juelz is dope but cut that Blood shit out
See Mims did his thing, it ain't like he can't rap
But a fake south track ain't gonna bring New York back
And the west coast?
Our shit is trash
New west full of pests, hate to see you get some cash
Old niggas too, the torch they refuse to pass
Rather see it go out until they croak and pass
L.A. full of haters that's why we don't last
I see why Dre don't fuck with niggas, do his thing and mash
+California Love+, that's a thing of the past
You wanna make it in Hollywood, you better drive right past

[Chorus] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway