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So you thought
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up never before

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm
The where the boys say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you have some, say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she to my house, and gave me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can call me Too, say it twice
You'll get me mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a named Helen
Nasty bitches, the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the Oakland
Am I gonna live till week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out here droppin' like flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
last too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from east

And the in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one you said
But you're up and down that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I to know
motherfucker, where's the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your mind is gone, your just cut
MC I'll tell you what
Your are weak, your rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
Straight to the head just it steady
She's so freaky juice you up
All the home just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play song
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home doin' time in the pen
Gonna this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it sound for
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was born and raised in the State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me

out my style, baby I don't quit
I this freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby sure ain't fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you talk me, and call me weak
When your father coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' nothin' but holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy you're
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
out my style