Gossip

(i hate gossip......'n i dont walk around lookin' for it ya know? but, yesterday it seemed to just wonder around til it found me ya know like....gossip found me...'n why dont you try provin' it...how? you dont know how to prove it?...well what you just do is.............

Stop, hatin' on a nigga

That is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga

'n you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga

Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga

...i give my all behind da mic

But you could never see if you sit behind da light

You don't have to pick me to win the title fight

But ima wear that championship belt so tight

...and if im wrong, there is no right

And if im wrong, there is snow white

...im tryna be po-lite

But you bitches in my hair like the f**kin' po-lice

My flow is rare, des other rappers nice

Des other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite

But im much more bright, i give da game sight

So before you dim da light you just might might wanna.....

(think it overrrrrr) (think it over) (woooooooohooooo) (think it overrrrr) (think it over)

Stop, analysin' critizisin'

You should realize what i am and start epitomizin'

Confident...got da heart of da biggest lion

Confident...like f**k 'em all pull out my dick 'n ride it

My flow's sick so sick its like my shit is dyin'

It rains alot in my city cuz my city's cryin', cuz my city's dyin'

But i emerge from all of dat i am a livin' pion--

Neer, zion...fear god not them

Steer my robin coupe thru da streets of da boot (*louisiana is shaped like a boot) 'n *suuwuu* 'n

Den i leave a tub in da booth, i leave a blood bath

Sorry der's a tub in da booth, now where da drugs at?

.....like da strings on da shoe, no nigga f**k dat

Im twisted like da strings on da boot, where new orleans at?

I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass

...so in your possession, i must ask...

(hey,.....haven't i been good to youuuuuu?) (think it over) (tell me) (haven't i been sweeeeeeet to youuuuuuuuu?)

Drag my name through da mud, i come out clean

Cast away stone, i wont even blink

A gun is not a math problem, i wont even think....

Just leave you dead like da mink under my sink

Dont believe in me...dont believe me

I graduated from hungry 'n made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta, take it 'n eat it

But ima need cheese if im bakin' lasagne (he says it like lasini)

You niggas want beef, i want a steak 'n da weed be

Lost in amsterdam or jamaica where we be

....hard body nigga, takin' it easy

All about my paper 'bout my paper like e.z.

Why do rappers why do rappers

Lie to fans, lie to rappers

'lotta rappers lie like actors

Cut da mudaf**kin' cameras

Cut da check, f**k ya props

I-am hip-hop

And i aint dead im alive