The sun came up . . . The sun came up . . . and we left home. you packed your bags. said your goodbyes. we hit the road. no radio. no radio. just one
hawk niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't
got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they
got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how
I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how
most of them, slow, I keep my motionin' Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose
rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they
rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how they
got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how
niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap