get mad at labels, labels weren't able To see the rhythmic era Wild Child was throwing at the table I said, "Honestly, I couldn't get mad at a little
you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a bastard for real Then they see the ass on his girl So they wonderin', why he so mad at the world I take
?" But then he starts to get mad "Listen here girl, I bought that gear you got on, I paid you in here tonight I bought you all them drinks and you
at all these broads with asses phat Knowin' gotdern well what she dressin' at And when they play the right track where them yeagas at Shorty don't get mad
necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you
of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy Clairvoyant
shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you
you think so we can find out about this You can say what you want yep But I really don?t care I really don?t care First of all fools like you get devoured You aint wack you
I can pound it in It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city I aint mad at none a y'all, cuz can't none a y'all can fuck wit me! [Chorus] (4x) Keep
butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw New Jersey Nets real man, you
spot But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about You
you Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you
its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you
can pound it in It's all SPREAD love, GET love, city to city I aint mad at none a y'all, cuz can't none a y'all can fuck wit me! [Chorus] (4x) Keep