I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt And you don't wanna talk, show money You would think it was talk show money Honey fully understand
Thinkin' y'all niggas could cut corners, get around Nigga this is the mothafuckin' T-Squaders We will buy you mothafuckas, simple as that So called mothafuckin' rap killas, rap
my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad gets respected for cockin the fifth and affect it Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul
money is the key to fame So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice Yo Breed, Short Dawg, show
, the kind that make you show, bitch Put me in the studio, the dank have me focus Ant Banks you know what's up I tried to rap sober but the shit was sounding
endured, while helping me reach my destination And this effort to bless the nation, I've might had did more harm than good But I've always showed you
given a pardon I gotta play the role serial killing rap, cause I had a serial code in every city with a serial ? when I rap, peer in my soul I'm in the
fell apart Rap is still an art, and no one's from the old school 'Cause rap is still a brand new cool I say no one from the old school 'cause rap on
brother But as soon as I step off, you're calling me a sucker Mad, because I bust a Benz on Lorenzos Hanging on the boulevard fronting on the flow show
' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer (I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow And they're sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)
only goose standing I set the world on fire piss on it, put it out Stick my dick in a circle but I'm not fuckin' around Muhfucka, I show your pussy footin
m hated To represent my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show
he'd be nameless But racist accusations won't change us Let the truth be told, you think O will be over here Like, "Massa, show 'em you got soul", no
side I'm makin' fake passports Aiyyo who's husslin' who? The politicians or the criminals Herb husslers or smugglers, record labels or rap Yo, can I get a soul
your fitted Those that got it be all at the shows throwing fits The light from the dynasty sign froze all of the critics and nary a soul got on they
mad 'Cause we're so bad we get respect you never had Tell the truth, James Brown was old 'Til Eric and Rakim came out with 'I Got Soul' Rap brings back
shout, "Good lookin' out, Show" Yeah, without a doubt But don't try to take advantage I'll just leave you alone instead of putting that ass in bandages Signing off is Show
be down to average bootleggers For selling my tapes on 125th If they said I was weak I show and prove that's a myth Cause show is what I give em, and "