Paystyle

Aww hell, nah nigga
 We ain't doin' no freestyles
 Don't even know how to do that shit
 Yeah, whatever
 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 $hort
 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, no
 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 mama
 I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
 And you can't stand it, so what do you 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
 Every time 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 till 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