I hate this,nAnd I don't walkin around looking for it ya knownBut yesterday it seems just wonder around till it found me you know likenGossip found menThen why don't you try prove itnHow?nYou don't know how to prove it,nWell what you just you do is..nStop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,nnStop hatin on a n*gga that is a weak emotionnThe lady of a n*gganAnd You can get tip like you waitin on a n*gganPut a body bag in the apron on a n*gganI give my all behind the micnBut you could never see if you sit behind the lightnYou don't have to pick menTo win the title fightnBut I'm gonna win a championship belt so tightnAnd if I'm wrong there is no rightnAnd if I'm wrong there is no whitenI'm triin to be politenBut you bitches in my hair like the fuckin po-licenMy flow is rarenThere's other rappers nicenThese other rappers barknSome other even bitenBut I'm much more brightnI give the game sightnSo before you dim the lightnYou just might might wannannThink it over, think it over, ooo think it over babynStop!nnStop analyzingnCriticizingnYou should realizenWhat I am is 'n start epitomizingnConfidentnGot the heart of the biggest lionnConfident like fuck em allnPull out my dick and ride itnMy flow sick so sick its like my shit is dyin'nIt rains a lot in my citynCuz my city's cry's'n'cuz my cities dyin''nBut I emerge from all of thatnI am a livin' pioneernZionnFear god not themnSteer my robbin'' coupe through the streets to the boothnnThen I leave a tub in the boothnI leave a blood bathnSorry there's a tub in the boothnNow where the drugs atnLike the strings on the shoenNo nigga fuck thatnI'm twisted like the strings on a bootnWhere new Orleans at?nI build hip hop store me like a bus passnSo in your possessionnI must asknnHey haven't I been good to you tell me haven't I been sweet to younnDrag my name through the mudnI come out cleannCast away stonesnI wont even blinknA gun is not a math problemnI wont even thinknJust leave your dead like the mink under my sinknDon't believe in menDon't believe menI graduated from hungrynAnd made it to greedynMy flow is like pastanTake it and eat itnBut I'm gonna need cheese if I'm makin' a zitinYou niggas want beefnI want a steak and a weevynLost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we benHard body nigga takin' it easynAll about my paper bout my paper like easynWhy do rappers why do rappers lot a fans lot a rappers lot a rappers lie like thatnCut the mutha fuckin cameranCut the checknFuck your propsnnI AM hip hopn