[Intro: Poppa Don]
Ok, I'm sayin' man
They sayin', Pop, man, they
They sayin' that you singin' too much, man
They sayin' man, that, you know
They don't think you got the rapping sk** no more
Man, you can't hold it down on the streets
Man, you too much, focused on the ladies
Nah, God, I've been rappin', I just took a little break, man
You know, everybody's rappin' now, knowhatimsayin'
I'm mean, damn, huh?
[Poppa Don]
You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is ill
How many rappers you know in platinum and touched the mill
How many rappers you know that's nice, without a deal
How many rappers pumpin' the things, that I can't feel
How many rappers up in that Source, with 5 mics
How many rappers you know that's rhymin', sound a like
How many rappes is kickin' rhymes, they didn't write
Talkin' that thug sh**, and really can't fight
How many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate up
Many rappers I done battled, made 'em all shut up
Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm one of the best
Get it off your chest, don't hold your breathe
I'mma be that n***a, to show n***as in hip hop
Who's hot and whose not, and one of the best is Pac
Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm on the best
[Interlude: Poppa Don]
And they sayin' that... you ain't ill, n***a
I can't see that, what you did to me, man
That sh** got me f**ed up, knowhatimsayin?
I'm like, sh**, this n***a's the hottest n***a in the game, right now
I'm the man
[Poppa Don]
You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quick
Talkin' that same sh**, that lame sh**, like
We give a f** about your chains, and your whips
And your rollie, and how icey your sh** is
n***a, talk about that, pain that it really is
That's for my n***as locked up, my thugs on the block
With the Glocks up, wanna hear
That sh** you talkin', was played out last year
You f**in' clown, cuz of you
n***a that don't even rhyme, wanna rhyme now
Get in the game and twist it around
See what you did, I should k** you on th strength of Pac and Big
Cuz them n***as loved and lived and died for this sh**
Hear you come, playin' with this, talkin' how you been rich
You was never poor, never been through a struggle
But never seen no bars, quit screamin' you're hardcore
Or star like bar, somebody gon' f** around and call your bluff
Allow the gat, and me like "n***a what"
[Outro: Poppa Don]
You gon' be like... yo yo, hold up man
All I'm sayin' is, I was just gettin' jigged
Spittin' out blood, knowhatimean
Man talkin' about, this n***a don't spit
What the f** is wrong with you? What the f**
He speakin' a different f**in' language?
These n***as is not listenin' man, pay attention
What the f**, and ooh, and ohh
Oh shout out to my n***a 50
For hollerin' at your boy, yeah
That oooh... haha, yeah, real talk, n***a