Crybaby

I was born in 71' in

Kansas City,

MOmy momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slowwhen it came to rap and

R&B and plenty morecheck it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostleor written in the

Bible, then it go

So when they tell the baby don't do something then

I end up doing it anywaylike, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of todaybut,

I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the

East Coast

So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke

Some say that rap is dead, but when

I get the white, black, and redand jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows, then

I'm back with a big black sack of bread

Can't believe that that was said, cause

I'm here with a stack of fedand

I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and

I did not have to beg

So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attireand

I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire

I merchandise like 5

G's every half an hourand you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

H (Crybaby)

When I see them on the

TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

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If it's negative,

I don't wanna hear iteliminating player haters with their evil spirits

I hear em talkin, they mad at

Smurf and

Souljah Boy

They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys

I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people

Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal

Man that's a problem with the black people now

What ya need to know is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack

And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac

Every nigga

I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back

But notice that,

I can put it right down to where the shoulders at

Hating on the south?

Why? Trippin off them chips they got

You don't like that it's screwed and choppedbut you wanna get off in they pot

Wanna be M

C you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot

Cause they 84's be poking out

What the hell is you cryin bout?

Everybody wanna be killa but not for realabout the method of making money you gotta get the millaby doin it like

I do it do the work and believe in itwhen you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it

When I was broke, homie

I went for mills

Got on the mic with the intent to kill

Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real

I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil

CHUMPWhen

I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

H (Crybaby)

When I see them on the

TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

H (Whatcha crying bout?)[x2]

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghettoor trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guerrobut, you don't know how to be maleinstead of a

Timberland, you probably in a stillettobetter yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe yousick of me cause

I'm making dineroand you dont wanna get clapped atyou want a standing ovation?

I thought not!you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false choptry to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in your car slottry to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spotif you was on

TV and balling you wouldn't groan and triphe'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip

Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip?? with a chrome thing on his hipbut just know your hip will not stop the hopcause when you look at the big picture, my block pops alot dailyso keep on thinking my clock stops the shotsand

I can quickly bury you in your

Osh Kosh B'

Gosh, baby

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

H (Crybaby)

When I see them on the

TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH WAH WA

H (Whatcha crying bout?)[x2]