Question Mark Man

Clue you want your apology?

I apologize for not getting at y'all bitch ass niggas sooner (Bugs)

These niggas want it Li

Y'all ready I gotta do it

[Verse 1]

Check

I spit a verse at you just to test your heart

Wait for you to respond rip your flesh apart

You never did so that mean you either dead or smart

How long you gone hide behind that question mark?

Same verse fucked up your numbers and profits

You wasn't running your projects

You just run in your projects (Get out of here go play)

And you ain't got no guns in your closet

You wasn't fly neither, you a bum with no pockets

Now you owe a bunch of dollars to see

You gotta spell your name right before you holla at me (F-A-B-O-S-O)

I'ma give them people a new way to ID you

That's an IV in your arm and I see you

So if they see blood leaking it gotta be you

New jewels on your neck and they gotta be Clue's (got to be)

Tell yo goons don't try to peruse me

I'd advise you to ride with an ooze

This ain't a New Jack City and bump them niggas dodging a movie

I don't won't y'all to think I did this out of the blue

Everybody know I'm hotter than you

But it's like Jay said "always the weakest nigga outta the crew" (that;s you)

[Hook 1]

It's time I tell y'all (tell us what)

Fabolous ain't that hot (so what you think about him)

He's nothing but a gimmick (and in result to that)

And that's why his album flopped (what happened to them Mase numbers)

The soundscan numbers (they did nothing)

Don't amount for all the shit you dropped (he got it big now)

Claim he keeping it gangsta

But everybody know he's not

[Verse 2]

It's only right if Menati think his artist the best

That he let em in the ring to spar with the rest (let em go some rounds)

Just to pull his card with no refs

See what artist is left

You need to visit the wizard, get a heart in your chest (not Mike)

You afraid I'ma take yo fan base, hoes and all

You get herbed "Backstage," movie told it all

Ali don't fold in brawl, all Ali do is stroll thru malls

This is the truth, you can act rich in the booth

But I got more chips than yo tooth (I see yo tooth)

And I ain't gotta flash number 7 from the Clippers, this is proof

Y'all acting like a bunch of feminine birds

With yo feminine words (I'm not playing his record)

I'm about to put this jersey wearing nigga on injured reserved

And I told y'all my pen ain't to share

You said won't play my record unless I surrender in fear

Why apologize Bugs I rather end his career

And don't think I'm ending it there, look at your men in despair

This is rap you got the pound on the shelf

Fuck a Blaze Battle, let's go some round for the wealth (I don't want a trophy)

Y'all deserve each other, a muthafucking clown and an elf (Mario & Luigi ass niggas)

And you act like getting chased in a choice

Don't let yo chick hear my hits cause it be making her moist

You a bitch tell Duro put some bass in your voice

[Hook 2]

It's time I tell y'all (tell us what)

How these bitch niggas do (what they do)

They play your records (it's all politics)

Think they artist can't fuck with you (you can't with me)

I ain't talking to nobody else

Everybody know I'm talking to Clue (that's right)

And I'm about to do the numbers that yo bitch ass artist ain't do

Question Mark Man!