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Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah yeah (Yo)
Damn  I hate it when it rain
Ever since I came in the game
Some hated on the fame
A lot of niggas done changed
And started actin' strange
Even labels turning they backs
And started backing lames
Radio is the same  whole lotta speculatin'
These mutherf**kas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang  if this is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin' then  that ain't where hip-hop live
It lives in the streets  we eat to live they livin' to eat
I'm fed up  that ni**a rides in 'em  givin 'em sleep
R I P   make me the king of all I see
And when death call I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front  now they just gon' front
Like my joints is on proactive  and they just don't bump
Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
When in fact they all been programmed
And lost they feel  fo' real
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say
They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much things to say (Yo)
Damn  another artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends  when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend  don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win  while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
Watch 'em cosign that whack sh*t  give it a pass till it's gone
Quicker than Red  can't get rid of them clubs
When they're wrong  call the cops  they credibility's shot
It's time to learn  what hot really is and really is not
Off brain niggas  Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Don't get smacked on dvds  trying to show off blocks
I can't stop cause my enemies plot  or cause the cops want me
Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
And while they waitin' for my sh*t to flop
They gettin' pimped like hoes
Sellin' they a** just to get my spot  come on man
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say
They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much things to say (Yo)
Ask Miss Hill  half these critics ain't got half this skill
Often so hungry that they have to steal
If I didn't have my deal  and didn't have this mass appeal
Then I'm back up in that trap  swingin' crack it's real
And that ain't worth the time  so search and find a new nerve
And here's three words: stop working mine
It take a lot more to hurt my pride
Jerk my vibe more than media lies  cry when dirt dog die ni**a
The last album wasn't feeling my style
This time my foot up in they a** but they feelin' me now
Cause Tical  he put his heart in every track he do
But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good  they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my sh*t ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man  until you dudes can write some rhymes
Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
They've got so much things to say right now
They've got so much things to say
They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
They got so much things to say (Yo)
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