[Kanye West] Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are look, you had no idea what ya dealing with something on some of this realest sh-t something
Ain't no bitch who can do it like me Go F U C K yourself, baby Ain't no bitch who can do it like me The critics and the press agree Ain't no bitch who
[Intro] How you doin'? We need to talk There's been something on my mind For a little while now Can ya dig it? Well, I'ma get right on down to the point
One thing's for sure You will get called a b***, b*** So motherf*** fast, b*** $hort Dog's in the house, b*** What's up, b***? You the cut up, b*** F
Beyotch, that's the trademark $hort Dog in the house And it don't stop to the beat baby Now take my bitch, she won't complain about shit 'Cause I taught
Brother Marquis does all the verses {Shari Lewis} Come ... give us a little kiss ... let me make it better. {Dolemite} These rotten ass
[Hook] Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nooooooow [D-Roc] Tell a nigga dont act no fool What's up 'cause?
(I don't need no bitch) My mama told me never ever trust one, bust one and break 'em Be 'bout your paper, nigger, take it Every day's a hustle, got these
They just took my money I want it, I need it Well, it's all right Don't you pull the trigger I'm waiting for someone Well, it's all right Do you know
This is a story I'll never forget About the day my new car got hit It caught me off guard 'cause it happened so quick When I heard the crash I got mad
This is breaking news That girl is bad news Shes a criminal, be on the lookout She wears Chanel, cause she likes the way it smell Love potion number 9
Nowadays everybody wanna talk But nothing comes out When they move the lips it's just a bunch of jibberish And motherfuckers act like eminem aint' gay
Now a days everybody wanna talk But nothin' comes out when they movin' they lips Just a bunch of gibberish An' muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay
[Cool 'B'] Now first of all I know my story sound wild But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child You see my mama left me back in 79' I knew it
Real cocky Real sloppy Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me Super star style Whoop the are pounds Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large
[Jay-Z] Don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me
You know my name, bitch, hold up The streets gave me heat And the eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap, fucka Yeah
Damn, what you doing over here? Whassup? Yeah, I was thinking about you the other day And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass I should