Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shyt,
But he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shyt back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the kick on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre deuce its like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bytch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cause he ain't got none of that shyt he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shyt he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shyt, (fukkin' fakkit)
These nikkas been around since Biggie and ain't blow yet
Damn how many chances you think you gon' get?
Cause I remeber when the suits was shiny
Now they in army fatigue, boots and grimey
Tell me to tell 50 what's up ass nikka
Got the hunger for more in his truck ass nikka
Short, so they used to take his bus pass nikka
I'll send em to find ya
High off the ganja
Turn the Marriott into Hotel Rwanda
I could tell that there was nikkas that used to smack you
Cause we don't ask why, we ask who
Im done sparrin it's over I'm through
Only reason you don't like it is cause it's about you


