Lisin up mothafuckas
This is Mack one o, to all these niggas on the radio simpin to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G hits
Talkin all the soft shit just to please a BiZ-Nitch
And some of all is street and know the gangsta mode
Its like this, fuck a bitch
And thats the G code
We used to sell raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
But me i keeps it gutter, just like before
Imma warrior so i stay prepared for war
Aint nuttin wrong wit spoilen a bitch, especially if u got it
Her suckin you, u fuckin her
Gettin freaky and earotic
But if it aint ruff, it aint me
And i refuse to turn R-A-P, in R&B
You went from Hardcore to pop
Just to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats where it stops
Theres so many rappers in love
On the radio
Theres so many fake ass thugs
On the radio