Mistah F.A.B. - You Got Bodied lyrics

[Intro] Cheah "You got bodied. The f** outta here" Ha ha ha ha Ay man, I'm sorry I took so long But Royce, you out of your f**ing mind "Tell Mistah F.A.B. get his cash when he wakes up" n***a I've been doing shows ever since that battle n***a All courtesy of you n***a Getting money Ha ha ha ha ha Thank you for letting the fans know who I am I'm now their favorite rapper What "And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the women and b**h in you" C'mon Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Fresh Touring "You got bodied" Listen man Look Uh [Verse 1] f** Royce, he can never do what I do Detroit hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you You gay n***a, I'm a real Bay n***a Im'ma put you up there with Proof and J Dilla No disrespect to two real n***as But you got bodied, are you for real n***a? You throwing shots like 7Eleven Proof ain't f**ed with you in Earth, he gon' f** with you in Heaven At S.O.B., you rhyme with no heart You ain't even from the D, you grew up in Oak Park A good guy tryna act a fool K to 12th grade with a Catholic school [Verse 2] Get my cake up? Man n***a I'm the baker Em let the world know you ain't nothing but a faker n***a got nerve tryna speak on ice Knowing damn well Slim bought the ring for your wife I'm a Bay star, 28's on the grape car You missed your prime rapping, you should be an A&R Couldn't beat me freestyling on the sh** that you wrote New York, they laughed at you like this n***a's a joke You're a reason man, on why the game go bad A f*g that pledge allegiance to the rainbow flag Let's bet past money, put up some bank stupid You need a [?] through Magic, my sh** Frank Lucas You're cutthroat but you can't get with mine Royce old and he broke, plus he's 59 First n***a to get destroyed and then get signed I gotta holler and your label, your advance is mine [Verse 3] All these local rappers tryna advance It's all over Royce, take it like a man That watch was candy n***a, I take it from a man You're a gay rapper n***a that take it from a man Before the battle, Steve told me to go easy Same time, you was like "I'm leaving" Right there, I knew that you been afraid Your self-esteem been gone since they took you off Renegade Em and Jay n***a gave you the boot Then you lied in the booth while I gave 'em the truth Yeah, I was a fan 'til I stood right near ya And you sounded so soft that I could not hear ya Turn co*kstrong like I would fear ya So I had to [?] my horn and Bill Laimbeer ya Play D, I'm scoring still You're old and washed up, you're a Lauryn Hill I get money stacks n***a, A lot of cheddar boy f** with real Detroit n***as like Chedda Boyz Trick Trick, Big Meech and Spanky This is the most global in years n***a, you should thank me I threw the bait, I was waiting for you to bite Your freestyle was trash, I was waiting for you to write The industry buzzing like "dog is hot" Like a fee short n***a, I'm like "that's all you got?" Look, dog for real, you're garbage spill I'll k** you live on stage at Auburn Hills Bet the chain, bet the dough, bet all the deals Mid of winter, make it hot like it's August still, yeah I'm from the Bay man, the whole yay pimping I come to steal your sh** like OJ Simpson Hard body, no feminine rhyming And you gon' k** yourself once Eminem sign me A Bay boy, get it hot like Weezy This for the west coast n***a, Pac and Eazy I was in New York rapping like Big Pop can see me Im'ma just chill out, man stop, be easy [Outro] Cheah n***a You got bodied man It's 2-0 Roycie It's over man Hip-Hop, I am the future Oakland, California man Ya n***as need to Google me and YouTube me man Yes sir