Clue you want your apology? I apologize for not getting at y'all bitch ass niggas sooner (Bugs) These niggas want it Li Y'all ready I gotta do it
[Verse 1] Check I spit a verse at you just to test your heart Wait for you to respond rip your flesh apart You never did so that mean you either dead or smart How long you gone hide behind that question mark? Same verse fucked up your numbers and profits You wasn't running your projects You just run in your projects (Get out of here go play) And you ain't got no guns in your closet You wasn't fly neither, you a bum with no pockets Now you owe a bunch of dollars to see You gotta spell your name right before you holla at me (F-A-B-O-S-O) I'ma give them people a new way to ID you That's an IV in your arm and I see you So if they see blood leaking it gotta be you New jewels on your neck and they gotta be Clue's (got to be) Tell yo goons don't try to peruse me I'd advise you to ride with an ooze This ain't a New Jack City and bump them niggas dodging a movie I don't won't y'all to think I did this out of the blue Everybody know I'm hotter than you But it's like Jay said "always the weakest nigga outta the crew" (that;s you)
[Hook 1] It's time I tell y'all (tell us what) Fabolous ain't that hot (so what you think about him) He's nothing but a gimmick (and in result to that) And that's why his album flopped (what happened to them Mase numbers) The soundscan numbers (they did nothing) Don't amount for all the shit you dropped (he got it big now) Claim he keeping it gangsta But everybody know he's not
[Verse 2] It's only right if Menati think his artist the best That he let em in the ring to spar with the rest (let em go some rounds) Just to pull his card with no refs See what artist is left You need to visit the wizard, get a heart in your chest (not Mike) You afraid I'ma take yo fan base, hoes and all You get herbed "Backstage," movie told it all Ali don't fold in brawl, all Ali do is stroll thru malls This is the truth, you can act rich in the booth But I got more chips than yo tooth (I see yo tooth) And I ain't gotta flash number 7 from the Clippers, this is proof Y'all acting like a bunch of feminine birds With yo feminine words (I'm not playing his record) I'm about to put this jersey wearing nigga on injured reserved And I told y'all my pen ain't to share You said won't play my record unless I surrender in fear Why apologize Bugs I rather end his career And don't think I'm ending it there, look at your men in despair This is rap you got the pound on the shelf Fuck a Blaze Battle, let's go some round for the wealth (I don't want a trophy) Y'all deserve each other, a muthafucking clown and an elf (Mario & Luigi ass niggas) And you act like getting chased in a choice Don't let yo chick hear my hits cause it be making her moist You a bitch tell Duro put some bass in your voice
[Hook 2] It's time I tell y'all (tell us what) How these bitch niggas do (what they do) They play your records (it's all politics) Think they artist can't fuck with you (you can't with me) I ain't talking to nobody else Everybody know I'm talking to Clue (that's right) And I'm about to do the numbers that yo bitch ass artist ain't do Question Mark Man! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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