So what you got your first deal? Who you signed with, nigga? I don't give a fuck if you're with Warner Bros. Who you signed with, nigga? Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550 Fuck it if you're with Dreamworks And if is, your in-house commercial-ass producers Can suck out the interior out of my dick Y'all still 75, that ain't no new shit Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop shit Don't worry about who the fuck I hang with
I'm tired of niggas fooling muthafuckas Actin like they drug dealers All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit You can pull the Speedos and suck my dick Tell your corny fans who believe that shit Lick the back of my ass quick Especially muthafuckas with that gay-ass production Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-ass shit you do 50 bodyguards surround you Keepin men that fuck you in the ass around you Standin like you runnin shit, you ain't the fuckin President Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine You don't wanna fuck with me or rock with me Or rhyme on any block with me I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C. I don't care no more about your lyrics The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it Fuck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit I make rappers intimidated Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it By some new-ass MC about to perish Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery Your CD was butter-soft - what you tellin me? A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy A bitch like you would rhyme with a curfew Niggas with real shit will hurt you The girl scout club I refer you Your man rap, new nigga, he's wack, fuck you Erase your shit, I don't dub you
You been rappin for 20'000 years And you ain't got your fuckin deal yet? Don't take your problems out on me And the rest of you muthafuckas Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas
Muthafucka, I pull your face off