Gossip

I hate Gossip, And I don't walkin around Looking for it ya know But yesterday it seems just Wonder around till it found Me you know like Gossip found me Then why don't you try prove it How? You don't know how to prove it, Well what you just you do is. Stop, stop, stop, Stop, stop, stop, Stop, stop, stop, Stop, Stop hatin on a nigga that Is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And You can get tipped like You waitin on a nigga Put a body bag and an apron on a n*gga I give my all behind the mic But you could never see if you Sit behind the light You don't have to pick me To win the title fight But I'ma wear that Championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong there is no right And if I'm wrong there is no white I'm triin to be polite But you bitches in my hair Like the fuckin po-lice My flow is rare These other rappers nice These other rappers bark Some of them even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the light You just might might wanna Think it over, think it over, Ooo think it over baby Stop! Stop analyzing Criticizing You should realize What I am 'n start epitomizing Legitamite I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident like fuck em all Pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick so sick its Like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city Because my city's cryin Because my cities dyin' Still I emerge from all of that I am a livin' pion... eer near Zion Fear god not them Steer my robin coupe through The streets of the booth and soowoop And Then I leak blood in the booth I leave a blood bath Sorry there's a tub in the booth Now where the drugs at im twisted Like the strings on a shoe No nigga fuck that I'm twisted like the strings on a boot now Where new Orleans at? I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass So in your possession I I, I must ask Hey haven't I been good to You tell me haven't I been Sweet to you Drag my name through the mud I come out clean Cast away stones I wont even blink A gun is not a math problem I wont even think Just leave you dead like The mink under my sink Don't believe in me Don't believe me I've graduated from hungry And made it to greedy My flow is like pasta Take it and eat it But I'm a need cheese If I'm bakin' a ziti You niggas want beef I want a steak and a wee be Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be Hard body n*gga just takin' it easy All about my paper bout my paper like ez Why do rappers why do Rappers lie to fans lie to Rappers lot of rappers lie Like actors Cut the mutha fuckin camera Cut the check nigga Fuck your props And make it out to Hip Hop I'm not dead I'm alive.