Its all bad now man, its all bad
But yal done fucked up now
Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo
I just want the whole world to know:
That I did not start this, but I will finish it (Verse)
Comin up it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it was
Back when, motherfCypherin, fightin for life in this rap
for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped
and you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some ass
If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man
and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column
at The Source was like, the only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like
you were the three and a half now just means you a peice of four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,
or Benzino I dont think you even realize
you playin with motherfget Now you fI said I wouldnt hold my fShI swear to God I never lie I bet thats why
you let that bI sat and took it, I aint look at the shYou'd probly try to fFNo more Source with street cred, them days is dead
Dre's got AEvery issue there's an eight page MadeWill somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid, hes just a fon my pencil, for me to write.
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