Yeah, we gettin' on this album y'all You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here They ran $hort Dogg up outta Oakland moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' love in the town I got much love in y'all You know what I'm sayin' I been this shit fo' years So I'm a tell it to you like it happened, bitch
I don't stop rappin', ever since the first day I grabbed the microphone, a funky ass tape I had sixteen hoes, ten toes Game the "O", an' any real pimp knows The only love get is what they paid fo' my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta moves bitch, stack some G's From the whole to my fax machine
I got money in from everywhere New York to L.A., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they don't wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like From the very first I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, to fight I don't promote violence, I'm from where the real kick it
You might get nigga or make a mill ticket Move down South the town is wild Now the jocks wanna clown my style I raised too many rappers you Ask 'em who they grew up on, Too Fuck all black ball shit, it won't last K M E L, y'all can my ass
That's why the got rid 'o $hort why the town got rid 'o $hort
It all started when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to playa I a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it If I don't get my cut, you mutha fuckaz get it" It was thirteen G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy one dime Now listen real close 'cuz it be hard to follow
Chris Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz Shit sound an' it is But that's how it goes you in show biz Niggaz fallin' out, should be makin' Instead of studios, we seein' lawyers in we stop speakin', shit got funky I don't give a fuck, get my money I ain't been a hoe, you can't pimp me
I do all the work you pimp me I tried to buy him out but right about They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that up You shoulda listened I'm always on money makin' mission Sold a car an' a in Oakland fo' that Lex Jock loaned me five an' I was that bitch
why the town got rid 'o $hort (Don't everythang you hear, nigga) why the town got rid 'o $hort
I to the freak-nik, shit turned me out Came back fo' the Rapper Bought me a house, that was '93, time to dip I hade warrants in the an' I was hot as shit Everytime I got stopped, went to jail Treat me bad I was hangin' wit criminals I wanted to buy me a in the Oakland Hills Nice lil' fo' a half a mill
That's was right around the time hooked Dru down The luniz came an' them tricks got clowned Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta Then they put it on the town, shit got When you was in the fourth I had a record deal You got one hit now you ballin' You make one album, you'll be fallin'
An' that shit don't to me present or past You can me at the mall an' get my autograph Or you can back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Freddy Smokin' burner upstairs in hot lips It's been fifteen years an' I played out playin' Too $hort steppin' on a Chevy pedal Back in the days K M E L played heavy
why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the got rid 'o $hort
Niggaz at the studio late at night Seen a Charokee, started shootin' at At the E-40 out in the park Niggaz gather fo' some shit to start They had bullets wit my but we never got to me See me sucka mutha fucka shootin' at the It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip One in the an' it blockin' T.B. tryin' to be my pimp I could lose my or give my money to him I'd die before you use me I to buy him out, the nigga sued me
An' that's it stands right now y'all Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't the notorious say, "If you don't know, now you know"