Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us

I use colorful words, you've probably heard

From somebody else's lyrics, but really it's my spit

I come from the streets, I'm not from the burbs

Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets

Money hungry hustlers tryin to make ends meet

Stingy young brothas when we walk we sqeak

Have money, have street, have heart

I ain't tryin to bunt, I'm trying to go out the park

I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep

I'm a vet but I spit like a youngster from the set

I ain't trippin, I knew it was political

They left us out 'tha Top 50, me and Mystikal

I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes

The greatest game spitter of all time

The most underrated rapper in the game

But everybody wanna use my slang

I don't know what they was thinkin

When they thought what they was thinkin

But they shouldn't have thought that

I've been a hustla since birth

So when the haul me off and put me up in that hearse

remember this here verse, I did a song with Fred Durst

As far as the independent underground scene I was the first

To get a big deal, couple a mil and some mo

See that was some change, that was some scrilla back in '94

Playa been eatin off that bill for a while

Always dig me I never change my style

I gave it to ya raw and uncut, 75% of the words I made it up

You ask me why I speak the real way I feel

How come E-40 so groovy, and y'all so game goofy

Partly from the fact that I'm a force

They never put me on the cover of The Source

Next day, they can't trace the calls

I change numbers like a playa changes draw's

I'm havin' money, money long stretch like a bungee

when Easter comes around ask