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and Gentlemen

When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!"
What the fuck you comin' back for?
I
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen

When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good
right
Yeah you heard the track I did man, this can't be life
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason to cover my face
I even made
Candyman, farewell to the flesh
Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one
Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known

When you walk up in this Dead
the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy

And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think
to go to work. This was my routine, it was the greatest. I was truly blessed!, with my little TV, I adored it. I put hello kitty stickers all over
already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it

If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it
somethin'
Don't want to be another statistic, out here doin' nuttin'
Tryin' to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real
And I will even if it kills me, my
the holes in my ship
Tighten the lose boards in the home that I built
I did this by myself, I didn't never need your help
Dudes are dirty, they'll try
the holes in my ship
Tighten the lose boards in the home that I built
I did this by myself, I didn't never need your help
Dudes are dirty, they'll try
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that
(Are you not entertained?)
This going make a hell of a movie huh
wanted to
Sound loud. Now we sounded like a group.

Halfway through the song it was time for Dave's guitar solo.
This moment had to be right. So I
'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin' make a hell of a movie huh!

[Chorus]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it
rap
	for my (i)raq attack, bust you with mega gat
	once a cool cat, smoking dagger, put it in my back
	why you did it like that?
	now my skin bubble
positive, but this life is full of strife
And I'm tired of trying to conquer it
Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong
Until the beast
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy 
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act 
Shit's deep 
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
cause of his hard head, that he was so loose
He was in love with another girl every day
And when we asked him why, he'd only say
(I'm the kinda guy who
don't give her, been forced to ignore her
Gettin' on my last nerve, she did it
All this talk and shit and we ain't even hit it yet
It's
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys 



{Juvenile} 

How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out. 

With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, nigga wishing it was this hot
Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't
and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my axe over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in
still hasn't checked it
Disrespected me for the last time
I loaded up the nine stepping double time
Bullseye
Another point scored
Right between