[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 skill 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 shit, 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 nigga, to show niggaz 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, nigga
I can`t see that, what you did to me, man
That shit got me fucked up, knowhatimsayin?
I`m like, shit, this nigga`s the hottest nigga 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 shit, that lame shit, like
We give a fuck about your chains, and your whips
And your rollie, and how icey your shit is
Nigga, talk about that, pain that it really is
That`s for my niggaz locked up, my thugs on the block
With the glocks up, wanna hear
That shit you talkin`, was played out last year
You fuckin` clown, cuz of you
Nigga that don`t even rhyme, wanna rhyme now
Get in the game and twist it around
See what you did, I should kill you on th strength of Pac and Big
Cuz them niggaz loved and lived and died for this shit
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` fuck around and call your bluff
Allow the gat, and me like nigga 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 nigga don`t spit
What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck
He speakin` a different fuckin` language?
These niggaz is not listenin` man, pay attention
What the fuck, and ooh, and ohh
Oh shout out to my nigga 50
For hollerin` at your boy, yeah
That oooh... haha, yeah, real talk, nigga
