Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..
I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin' these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit
SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give'em more cash for ads...fuckers rap
I don't know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches we ain't dumb we got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me!
but still im havin memories
Of high speeds when the cops crash
As I laugh
Pushin' the gas when ma Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark where we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious Bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple o' movies now the whole world's tryin' to screw me
Even the cops try to sue me
So what can I do but stay true
Sippin' 22s of brew
And now the media's tryin' to test me
Got the press asking questions trying to stress me
Misery is all I see that's my mind state
My history with the police is check the crime rate
My main man had two strikes slipped
Got arrested and flipped
He screamed thug Life and emptied a clip