Yeah, we gettin' real on this album You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out 'bout They ran Dogg up outta East Oakland Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' in the town I got much love in y'all You know what I'm sayin' I been doin shit fo' years So I'm a it to you juss like it happened, bitch
I don't stop rappin', since the very first day I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten Game the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only love get is what they paid fo' Gimme my scratch, what the I'm a stay fo'? I make moves bitch, stack some G's From the stroll to my fax machine
I got money in from everywhere From New York to L.A., to the fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 ban me All on the air sayin' they fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap K-P-O-O From the first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland where the real it
You might get killed nigga or make a ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is Now the radio jocks wanna clown my I too many rappers you support Ask 'em who they up on, Too $hort all that black ball shit, it won't last K M E L, can kiss my ass
That's why the town got rid 'o That's why the got rid 'o $hort
It all started back C and H to T, B, tryin' to playa hate I a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya to me" He said, "I heard you an' got the cash an' split it If I get my cut, you mutha fuckaz gonna get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy one dime Now listen real close 'cuz it might be to follow
Chris told Ted it was fifty thousand Shit petty an' it is But that's how it goes you in show biz Niggaz out, should be makin' millions Instead of studios, we lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got I don't a fuck, muthafucka get my money I never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the work you pimp me I tried to buy him out but about then They let the lions out, niggaz eatin' that shit up You shoulda listened I'm always on this makin' mission Sold a car an' a truck in fo' that Lex Jock loaned me an' I was rollin' that bitch
That's why the got rid 'o $hort (Don't everythang you hear, nigga) why the town got rid 'o $hort
I went to the freak-nik, shit me out Came fo' Jack the Rapper Bought me a house, that was '93, time to dip I hade warrants in the town an' I was hot as Everytime I got stopped, nigga went to Treat me bad 'cuz I was wit criminals I wanted to buy me a house in the Hills Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill
That's was right around the time Chris Dru down The luniz came an' them tricks got clowned Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta Then they put it on the town, got real When you was in the grade I had a record deal You got one hit record now you You make one fake album, be fallin'
An' that shit don't to me present or past You can me at the mall an' get my autograph Or you can flash back, if you can do all Me Fred an' Freddy Craps Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips It's been fifteen years an' I played out They Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy pedal Back in the days K M E L played heavy
That's why the town got rid 'o That's why the got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz shootin' at the late at night Seen a Charokee, shootin' at Spice At the E-40 out in the park Niggaz gather 'round fo' shit to start They had wit my name but we never got to me See me sucka mutha shootin' at the street It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the an' it blockin' T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could lose my life or my money to him I'd rather die you use me I tried to buy him out, the sued me
An' that's where it stands now y'all Fo' the fuckaz that don't know the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know"