Strictly Hip Hop

I never rapped on an R&B record and I neva will

I got these phoney muthaf**kas talk about lets keep it real

But they don't know how to take they own advisement

Going out do it solo on an advertisement commercializing

F**kin' sell out ni**a this is hip-hop not fashion

Get the hell out

I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas

Takin' pictures modeling clothes for small figures

And I never took another f**kin' MC's sh*t

And made it my first single f**k a hit

F**kin' hypocrite you can get the dip when I lick a shot off

I'm gonna and all of it

It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry

Sellin' out for the fame

I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks

Go down in flames in the big game

Zippidey-dooda I smoke w**d and I got brain damage

But I don't give a f**k cause I still manage

To represent to the fullest

No pop singles and no actin' foolish

To the studio gangsta with the articles

In them magazines with the b**ch editors

Keep it real in the game

Niggas got no shame

Now all the executives want all the fame

Based on the videos just a gang of silly hoes

For the f**k-em industry that's take'n all ya dough

I never stole it stole it all

Just hard work and sweat for them platinum records on the wall

Fools want me to fall

I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong like the chocolate tactic

I hear niggas say no but I know they front

'Cause after they shows they want me to smoke a blunt

I don't respect a hypocrite motherf**kers I despise

'Cause me I tell the truth even when I tell a lie

All you brothers in the game run a check

'Cause you get checked f**ked off with no respect

Motherf**kers