These n***s trying to come up off me... yeah right. f*** 'em! you know who you are! and don't get it twisted. I run this city on the music tip.

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I can't take the lies no more.

(Chorus)
add it up n*** add it up and do the math
yall slow mo like the matrix and you aint getting cash
add it up n*** add it up and do the math
you ain't on my level homie how dare you compare


(verses)
i done heard what you talkin but you ain't saying shit
my n*** keep on walking till you wear out yo kicks
i'm too fresh like produce apply pressure like a masseuse
theres no truce motherf*** yo white flag
you fag I don't f*** with loose ends they get snagged
then unravel like cheap clothes with bootleg tags
Nah n*** I'm high dollar stay poppin collars
I'll holla 5'3 but i still stand taller
than yo hood yo block them rappers that you talk about
them niggas ain't coming out bitter like they sauerkraut
and I'ma sprout like that beanstalk in that fairy tale
grab the golden goose make her shake her tail feathers
I deliver it like letters nobody does it better
whether or not you wanna hear it get yo sh*** together
How clever can one n*** be hmmm? lets see
I done flooded these streets with plenty rhymes and plenty beats

you gone respect my hustle yall niggas can't compete
a 100 hundred eyes combined and yall still ain't seeing dee
shit i'm grinding solo yall need to be ashamed
cause if you all pushed together still could'nt move me man
yall lame with no game like a white boy from yale
let me educate yo ass come against me you fail
I'm the teacher you the student what i say don't dispute it
I'm handing out f's cause all yall bastards stupid
abuse the music like them stepfather movies
In they rhymes they wanna do me Real life they afraid
they'll write your name on a wall you will get sprayed
pull the pen write this verse then i'm throwing the grenade
I don't like haters but they seem to like me
old penny pinchin niggas always tryin to ride for free
can't stand on they own two feet they too weak
lying talking bout they push big birds likes sesame street

I stopped counting when I sold 6000 of them thangs
ran through it quick like cocaine was in my veins
I'm a rap junkie on a campaign
catch me on corner spittin flames stay collecting that change
like a bank teller man no losses all gain
I'm trying to move this product out on freight trains
choo choo motherf***er you can hold your breath till you blue
but it don't matter cause a n*** still comin through
You grind hard? that means i must grind harder
and if that ain't the case then I must rap smarter
cause I'm slangin these cds
burn mo sh*** than indians in teepees
moving on up like george jefferson and wheezy
no time to take it easy fo sheezy my neezy pull yo breezy
cause she all up on this game she gone try to please me
and thats the way it go my n*** sh*** act like you know
and do the math