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I hate gossip And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know But, yesterday It seemed to just wander around 'til it found me You know like, gossip found me Then why don't you try proving it How? You don't know how to prove it Well, what you just do is (is is) Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop (x lots) Stop, hatin' on a nigga That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga And you could get tipped like your waitin' on a nigga Put a body bag and an apron on the nigga 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 so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is snow white I'm tryin' to be polite But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice My flow is rare, these other rappers nice These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite Letras de cancionesBut I'm much more bright, I give the game sight So before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna Think it over (think it over) Oohhh Think it over (think it over) Baby (Stop!) Stop, analyzin' criticizin' You should realize what I am and start epidomizin' Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit 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' pion-eer, sighin', fear god, not them Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot And, soo-woop! And, then I a leave tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at? Like the strings on a shoe, no nigga fuck that I'm twisted like the string on a boot Where New Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession, I must ask Hey, haven't I been good to you? (think it over) Tell me haven't I been sweet to you? 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 mink 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 a need cheese if I'm bakin' a ziti You niggas want beef, I want a steak and Uh, we be, lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be Hard body nigga, takin' it easy All about my paper, 'bout my paper like Eazy Why do rappers, lie to rappers, lie to fans Lot of rappers, lot of rappers lie like actors Cut the mothafuckin' cameras Cut the check, fuck your props I AM hip hop And I ain't dead. I'm alive From Letras Mania