Intro:Eddie-G
It's all bad now man, it's all bad
Cuz y'all done fu*kED up now
YEA! Ha ha, new sh**, aiyyo
I just want the whole world to know
That I did not start this, but I will finish it
Verse 1:J-Murda
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when, motherf**ers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped
Then you hype, cuz you last
And you might whoop some a**
If you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of life
Verse 2:k**a-Kc
When the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the sh**, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of sh**
Four and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
sh** I don't even think you realize
You're playing with motherf**ers' lives
I done watched Dre get f**ed on The Chronic
Probably cuz I was on it
Now you f**ed me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my f**in breath to get a five
sh** I was right, I'da f**in died already tryin
Verse 3:E.J.
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that b**h give me that bullsh** review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the sh**, we knew
You'd probably try and f** us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, f** a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this f**in waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some sh** this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherf**ing mother
You motherf**ing punk
Put me on your f**in cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some sh** that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow,