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Aww hell, nah
We ain't doin' no
Don't even know how to do shit
Yeah,
it out man, check this one out

I been rappin' for my life
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up
I was on the mic before you went to school

Talkin' pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you that stuff
Now flowin' like your name is Water
But I'm ten years older and my is harder

I'm not tryin' to say you're out there
I'm just to say lil' nigga listen
Before you grab the mic and act
Bitin' on the next mackin' style

And it's all head, passin' round the mic
Never care who you sounded like
Sound like Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Called Quest

And you no respect for me, is that right?
Well your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin', I'm floatin' past all the
In a clean ass Benz I have all the

Fuck from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too fan, faithfully
When I came to your she couldn't wait to see me

To the beat and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I don't stop
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named
Rappers always talk about the way I can't
But let me hit the mall with the MC's
I be autographs, spend a gang of G's

While you round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the
Standin' in a circle some wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just shootin' and you pimpin' hoes
And to think you could with me
I never would spit this game for

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' dank
I drop my top when it's hot and
So how you talk shit when you havin' no money

I set trends in the rap bitch
And gives a fuck when other talk shit
I you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put momma in my dirty rap

No shit, the old bitch sucked a good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't it
I'm not a no good punk, I macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it

Now you're all grown up, with your rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass happened
To a MC, who tried to get with me
I ended his career,

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
And it stop, to the beat y'all
It goes on I don't stop rappin'

Now compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about true
You drive a bucket, you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin' fo'-eighteens

In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass
Jump two rows and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, and Caddy
Fine lil' bitches sex with Daddy

I ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of
You got one girl then the hoe like a mack
What's yours is hers, she trip
Sucker ass need to check that bitch

But you're so and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, gettin' hoes fat
While you at home, gettin' sweated by mama
I my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can't stand it, so do you say
Too $hort rap, no fuckin' way
But I am, workin' in the studio
And your ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio and do it again

To the y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, they'll let niggaz know
ask Philly, can I rap?
South of Chicago, who's the mack?

I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit me
time I perform, I make a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap
Eatin' good like a fat bitch

Every single day at the house, what's wrong
Eatin' fast food if you knew
I understand though, 'cause I there befo'
Eat any thing and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about great
It all started when I was sellin' tapes
in eighty-two, eighty-three on up
still waitin' just to blow on up

And when it happened, I still had to
I didn't get till eighty-eight
I made albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West pioneer

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the
All that money we makin' don't fault the
we ain't the ones who created rap
But we made the shit, we made it fat

And it stop, to the beat y'all
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the beat
It goes on 'cause I don't rappin'