Yeah, we real on this album y'all You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here They ran $hort Dogg up outta Oakland moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town I got much love in y'all You know I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo' years So I'm a tell it to you juss like it happened,
I don't stop rappin', ever the very first day I grabbed the microphone, a funky ass tape I had hoes, suckin' ten toes from the "O", an' any real pimp knows The love hoes get is what they paid fo' my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's From the stroll to my fax machine
I got comin' in from everywhere From New York to L.A., to the fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they fuck wit me no mo' I go wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm Oakland where the real kick it
You might get killed or make a mill ticket Move South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks clown my style I too many rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too Fuck all black ball shit, it won't last K M E L, can kiss my ass
That's why the town got rid 'o why the town got rid 'o $hort
It all back when C and H to T, B, tryin' to playa hate I flipped a new Lexus, 93 Joda called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it If I get my cut, you mutha fuckaz gonna get it" It was G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime Now real close 'cuz it might be hard to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand Shit petty an' it is But that's how it goes you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', got funky I don't give a fuck, get my money I ain't been a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the work you pimp me I to buy him out but right about then They let the out, niggaz start eatin' that shit up You never listened I'm always on this money mission Sold a car an' a truck in fo' that Lex Jock loaned me an' I was rollin' that bitch
That's why the got rid 'o $hort (Don't believe you hear, nigga) why the town got rid 'o $hort
I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out Came back fo' the Rapper Bought me a house, that was '93, time to dip I warrants in the town an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, nigga went to Treat me bad 'cuz I was wit criminals I wanted to buy me a house in the Hills Nice lil' fo' a half a mill
That's was right around the Chris hooked Dru down The luniz through an' them tricks got clowned Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An' niggaz ain't ran outta shit Then put it on the town, shit got real When you was in the fourth grade I had a deal You got one hit now you ballin' You make one fake album, you'll be
An' that don't apply to me present or past You can meet me at the mall an' get my Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred an' Freddy Craps Smokin' burner in hot lips house It's been fifteen an' I ain't played out They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy Back in the days K M E L played metal
That's why the town got rid 'o why the town got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the late at night Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice At the picnic out in the park Niggaz gather fo' some shit to start had bullets wit my name but we never got to me See me sucka mutha shootin' at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the an' it blockin' T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could my life or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I tried to buy him out, the nigga me
An' where it stands right now y'all Fo' the mutha fuckaz that know the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know"