lyrics I Hate Gossip And I don't walk around lookin for it, ya know?, But Yesterday It Seemed to just wander around until it found me, you know like gossip found me.. Then why don't you try proving it. How? You don't know how to prove it?, well, what you just do is... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo) Stop, hatin' on a nigga that is a weak emotion The lady of a nigga And you could get tipped like ya waitin on a nigga, Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga I give my all behind the mic, but you could never see, if you sit behind the light You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight But I'm a wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is white I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the f**kin po-lice My flow is rare, these other rappers nice, These other rappers bark, Some of em' even bite But I'm much more bright I give the game sight So before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna Think it over (think it over) Oo Think it over (think it over) Baby baby Stop... analyzin' criticizin', You should realize what I am and start epidimizin' Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion I'm confident like f**k em all, pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, because my citys cryin' Because my citys dyin' Still I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pion-eer, near sighted. Fear God, not them Steer my Robin Coupe through the ...
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