If you're gonna make it, you gotta write about what you know.
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Story behind the song
I see a lot of truly lame-ass folks trying to make it, but most of 'em never will because they're trying to be something they're not. This song is really about sticking to what you know and being true to yourself. It's perfectly alright to dramatize on your experiences to make a song more interesting, but if you're playing false, people see that and they won't buy it.
Lyrics
You think you're Mr Big Stuff, and you be talkin' shit, But you so fuckin' lame, still suck ya mama's tit
Its time for you to grow up, and learn to be a man, you pathetic muthafucka, you need a fuckin plan
You can't be no body, just livin on the street, gotta get into the music, gotta make yourself a beat
Just lay down some words now, and tell 'em how it is, don't be blowin smoke now, just write yourself a hit.
Gotta Get up on the level, with M&M and Dre, you don't need no death row records, to blow 'em all away
Be layin down some shit, but do it all with words, you don't need no fuckin' violence,
the pen beats down the sword!
Make a hip hop CD, and sell it on the 'Net, put your self in business and get what you can get
Don't need to sell no crack to make your self some jack, just sing your self to riches,
and be gettin all the bitches
Gotta get loose with the truth if ya wanna sell yourself
If you're gonna make it in this business, you gotta give 'em hell
I'm just a good ol white boy, can't lay down no rap, I'm too old for all that shit,
but ya'll don't give a crap
Cause you know I'm speakin straight now, tellin how it is, gotta tell the truth if ya wanna make it in show biz
Get down to the nut cuttin, don't try to sell no shit, Even trailer park trash can write a fuckin hit
I'll tell ya'll straight, I'll tell no lies, I'll tell it like it be, all the little gangstas they ain't got shit on me
I coulda been they daddy or even they grandpa, I might be white, I might be old, but I still got it ya'll
I learned to play the dozens when I was just a kid, And don't you play against me
cause you'll always get outdid
I lay shit down and pick it up, I lay it down again, and you don't wanna try me,
cause dude I always win
I ain't into freestyle, it ain't the way to write a hit, just go away don't waste my time,
cause homie don't play that shit
Gotta get loose with the truth if ya wanna sell yourself
If you're gonna make it in this business, you gotta give 'em hell
Don't flash no roll of dollar bills with a hundred on the top, just go back and smoke your crack,
you pathetic little fop
You be standing on the corner tryin to sell some shit, but while you be smokin chronic,
I be writin hits,
You might be a balla with blades on the Impala, but you playin dumb and dumber
cause I got me a stretch Hummer
Drugs don't get ya to the top, they take you to the bottom,
Use 'em and you give yourself a chemical lobotomy
My rap style might be lame, hell, I know that's true, But if ya listen to the words
you know I'm smarter 'n you
This old lame-ass white boy, tells the fuckin truth, I spit it out without a doubt
like headlines in the news
I ain't tryin to put you down, I'm tryin to bring ya'll up, Im tryin to give ya good advice
help you make it to the top
Cause good hip hop got no color, and it ain't got no age, it's spittin truth like Dr Ruth,
and livin for today
Gotta get loose with the truth if ya wanna sell yourself