Do u know who song dat iss?

[Talking:]


And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But


Yesterday It Seemed to just wander on till it found me,


the gossip found me


Then why don't you just prove it.


How? You don't know how to prove it?,


well, what you just do is...





[Wayne:]


Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo)


Stop, hatin' on a *****


that is a weak emotion


The lady of a *****


And you could get tipped


like ya waitin on a *****, and


Put a body bag and an apron on tha *****





I give my all behind the mic,


but you could never see, if you sit behind the light


You don't have to pick me... to win the title fight


But I'm gone wear that championship belt soo tight


And if I'm wrong, there is no right


And if I'm wrong, there is no light


I'm tryna be polite, but you ****** in my hair like the ***** on lice


My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,


These other rappers bark,


Some of em' even bite


But I'm much more bright


I give the game sight


So before you dim the light you just might... might... wanna





[Talking:]


Think it over (think it over) Oo


Think it over (think it over) Baby





[Wayne:]


Stop... analyzin' critacizin',


You should realize what I am and start epidamizin'


Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion


Confident like **** em all get on my dick and ride it


My flow sick, so sick, it's like my **** is dyin'


It rains a lot in my city, cause my citys cryin'


Cause my citys dyin'


But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pio-neer, sighin'


Fear God, not them


Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and


Soo-woop


And, then I leave a tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath,


Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?


Like the string of the shoe


No ****** want that dapslyrics


I'm twisted like the string on a boot, where New Orleans at?


I build hip hop solely like a bus pass


So in your possession, I must ask...





[Talking:]


Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)


Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?





[Wayne:]


Drag my name through the mud


I come out clean


Cast away stones


I won't even blink


A gun is not a math problem,


I won't even think


Just leave you dead like the meat under my sink


Don't believe in me


Don't believe me


I graduated from hungry,


and made it to greedy


My flow is like pasta


Take it and eat it


But I'm gone need g's if I'm bakin' the zeedy


You ****** want beef?


I want a steak and uh, we be


Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be


Hard body *****, takin it easy


All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy


Why do rappers, lot of rappers, lot of fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers


Lie like actin, cut the motha fucka down


Cut the jack... **** your props


I am hip hop.





And I ain't dead I'm alive [pulse]

Do u know who song dat iss?
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