Yeah, we gettin' on this album y'all You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out 'bout They ran $hort 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 this shit fo' So I'm a tell it to you juss it happened, bitch
I don't stop rappin', ever since the first day I the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had hoes, suckin' ten toes from the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only love get is what they paid fo' my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta moves bitch, stack some G's From the stroll to my fax machine
I got money comin' in from From New York to L.A., to the fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me All on the air they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like From the first time I grabbed the mic smokin' burner, ready to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from Oakland the real kick it
You might get killed nigga or a mill ticket Move down South the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my I raised too rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too Fuck all black ball shit, it won't last K M E L, y'all can my ass
That's why the town got rid 'o That's why the town got rid 'o
It all started when C and H Went to T, B, to playa hate I a brand new Lexus, 93 Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I you an' Ryan 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 Teddy Gram one dime Now listen real close 'cuz it might be hard to
Chris told Ted it was thousand dollaz sound petty an' it is But that's how it goes when you in biz Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got I don't give a fuck, get my money I never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the while you pimp me I tried to buy him out but right about They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that up You never listened I'm always on this money makin' Sold a car an' a in Oakland fo' that Lex Jock loaned me five an' I was rollin' that
why the town got rid 'o $hort (Don't everythang you hear, nigga) That's why the 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, went to jail Treat me bad I was hangin' wit criminals I to buy me a house in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill
That's was right around the time Chris hooked Dru The came through an' them tricks got clowned Ron tore 'em up on the freestyle tip An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta they put it on the town, shit got real When you was in the grade I had a record deal You got one hit now you ballin' You make one fake album, be fallin'
An' that shit don't apply to me present or You can me at the mall an' get my autograph Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Craps Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips It's been fifteen years an' I played out They playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy Back in the days K M E L played heavy
That's why the got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
shootin' at the studio late at night Seen a Charokee, started shootin' at 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 fucka shootin' at the It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full One in the chamber an' it T.B. Still to be my pimp I lose my life or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I tried to buy him out, the sued me
An' that's where it stands right now Fo' the fuckaz that don't know Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"