LYRICS
This motherfvxker, man! Just won't shut up, will you?
Talkin' 'bout I owe him
Bitch, you owe me! I'm promotin' you right now
Yo, let's put the nail in this coffin!
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein' real when I say
Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (Nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that
So, put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
An 83-year-old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony without
Blowin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh!)
Please don't— You'll probably fall with me
And our asses'll both be history (Aah!)
But then again, you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street, like 50 Cent (Hahahaha)
You fvxkin' punk pvssy! Fvxk you, chump!
Give me a one-on-one, see if I don't fvxk you up
Tried to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck
Bitches in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fvxkin' desk at The Source bvtt-kissin'
And beggin' motherfvxkers for guest appearances
And you can't even get the clearances
'Cause real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you— We hate you, period
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week, you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a buster? What the fvxk's with that?
Get on a track dissin' us, kissin' 50's ass
And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me!
Bitch, I got two cases and probation— Fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicin' her wrists
Right in front of the only thing that you have in this world— A little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know sh1t about no choppin' rocks
But what you know about Hip-Hop Shops rockin' spots
Where you're the only white boy up in that shit, just rippin'
Pressin' up your own fliers and your stickers
Stickin' them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinko's
Makin' copies of your covers of cassette singles
To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh, that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white (Haha)
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eatin' you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If you're that much of a bitch, put the mic down!
You should be out killin' motherfvxkers right now
Kill a mother****er dead, kill him dead, bitch!
Shoot 'em in the ****ing head— Go ahead, bitch!
Slap my mom! Slap the fvxk out of her!
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
'Cause you're broke as fvxk, you suck, you're a fvxkin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fvxk
You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap (Haha)
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a bitch, ain't it?
Raymond? Here, let me break this sh1t down in layman's terms for you
Just to make sure that you can understand us
And Canibus ain't usin' too many complicated fvxkin' words for you
Here, and let me slow it down for you
So that you can understand if I say it slower
Let it go, dog, it's over
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein' real when I say
Nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap (Ah-uh)
And old men have heart attacks
I don't wanna be responsible for that
So, put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
Haha… Talkin' 'bout I have motherfvxkers callin' your crib
Bitch, you ain't even got a ****ing crib!
You ain't even got a fvxkin' phone… Fvxkin' bum!
Threatenin' to shut me down at your lil' fvxkin' Source magazine
If I come back on you and attack you
Bitch, you attacked me first!
Take it like a man, and shut the fvxk up!
And fvxk your little magazine too!
I don't need your little fvxkin' magazine
I got XXL's number anyways
And y'all can't stand it, 'cause they gettin' bigger than y'all
Oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the VMA's?
When you was watchin' me
From, whatever fvxkin' TV you was watchin' me from
From Boston… The mean streets of Boston
Fvxkin' s1ssy! And you got us scared up in here, motherfvxker
Suck our mother****ing dicks!
Oh! And for those that don't know
Don't get it twisted, y'all: The Source has a white owner!