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I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will
I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
F*****' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion
Get the hell out

I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta niggas
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures
And I neva took another f*****' MC's s***
And made it my first single, f*** a hit

F*****' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off
I'm gonna, end all of it
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry
Sellin' out for the fame
I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks
Go down in flames, in the big game

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage
But, I don't give a f*** 'cuz I still manage
To represent to the fullest
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with them articals
In them magizines with the b**** editors

Keep it real in the game
Niggas got no shame
Now all the executives want all the f*****' fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes
For the f***-em industry that's take'n all ya dough
I neva stole it, stole it all
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall
Fools want me to fall
But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong
Like the chocolate tastic

I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front
'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt
I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise
'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie
All you bruthas in the game run a check
'Cuz you get checked f***** off, with no respect
Muthafuckas