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Paystyle

Aww hell, nah nigga

We ain't doin' no freestyles

Don't even know how to do that shit

Yeah, whatever

Check it out man, check this one outI been rappin' for half my life

I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic

If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool

I was born on the mic before you went to schoolTalkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup

I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff

Now you're flowin' like your name is Water

But I'm ten years older and my game is harderI'm not tryin' to say you're out there dissin'

I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga listen

Before you grab the mic and act wild

Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' styleAnd it's all from head, passin' round the mic

Never even care who you sounded like

Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach

Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called QuestAnd you gots no respect for me, is that right?

Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight

And keep rappin', I'm floatin' past all the stops

In a clean ass Benz I have all the propsFuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa

I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser

And a Too $hort fan, faithfully

When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see meTo the beat y'all and it don't stop

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort

Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow

But let me hit the mall with the same MC's

I be signin' autographs, spend a gang of G'sWhile you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya

Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja

Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars

Standin' in a circle with some wannabe starsFreestylin', but you ain't original, no

You just shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes

And to think you could hang with me

I never would spit this game for freeI'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and any parties

Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella dank

I drop my top when it's hot and sunny

So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no moneyI set trends in the rap game bitch

And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit

I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap

So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rapNo shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick

Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it

I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother

But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it undercoverNow you're all grown up, with your partners rappin'

But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened

To a fake MC, who tried to get with me

I ended his career, instantlyAnd it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you

You're phony and I'm all about bein' true

You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G

I ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteensIn the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck

Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked

Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and Caddy

Fine lil' bitches havin' sex with DaddyI ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack

You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack

What's yours is hers, she don't trip

Sucker ass nigga need to check that bitchBut you're so weak and it shows in your rap

I'm out here, gettin' hoes livin' fat

While you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama

I bought my mother a house in AtlantaAnd you can't stand it, so what do you say

Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin' way

But here I am, workin' in the studio

And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow

By the time you make one I'll be on ten

Hit the studio nigga and do it againTo the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'Now ask New York, can Too $hort flow?

Ask Detroit, they'll let them niggaz know

Then ask Philly, can I rap?

South side of Chicago, who's the mack?I never ever tripped on the shit that you spit about me

Every time I perform, I make a lot of G's

'Cause I'm paid for this motherfuckin' rap shit

Eatin' good like a motherfuckin' fat bitchEvery single day at the house, what's wrong wichu?

Eatin' fast food if you only knew

I understand though, 'cause I been there befo'

Eat any damn thing and got nowhere to goDaydreams, about bein' great

It all started back when I was sellin' tapes

in eighty-two, eighty-three eighty-fo' on up

Waitin' still waitin' just to blow on upAnd when it happened, I still had to wait

I didn't get paid till eighty-eight

I made nine albums in nine years

I'm a true blue West Coast pioneerDr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest

All that money we makin' don't fault the West

'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap

But when we made the shit, we made it fatAnd it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'

And it don't stop, to the beat y'all

It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'Beyotch

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