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Aww hell nah nigga

We ain`t doin no freestyles

Don`t even know how to do that shit

*chuckling*

Yeah whatevah

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 Short

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

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 mamma

I bought my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can`t stand it, so whaddayou 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

Everytime 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 til 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!

Aww hell nah nigga

We ain`t doin no freestyles

Don`t even know how to do that shit

*chuckling*

Yeah whatevah

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 Short

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

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 mamma

I bought my mother a house in Atlanta

And you can`t stand it, so whaddayou 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

Everytime 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 til 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!

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