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So you thought
I was gonna my style?
So what are you Todd?

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

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

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

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

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

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

It started on a morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch true

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

I can't say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

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

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

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

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

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

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

Your is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too baby
Hit Oakland in
mo' raps than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

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

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

the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big roller and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

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

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

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

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a

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

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' 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
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

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