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to be it
Well are you prepared
I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more
damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?

Now, who you know without any flaws?
That lives above
wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
I'm one
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
I a legend?
I just got ten number one albums 
Maybe now eleven
More hits than a 'Now!' eleven
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from
I a legend?
I just got ten number one albums 
Maybe now eleven
More hits than a 'Now!' eleven
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from
peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream

I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
When you was
cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
sucka"
Shot gun hit - and murder motherfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
vomit, won't call no names 'cause that's not my job
It just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are
But if you don't you never will, you just
peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream

I let you stay in my crib, now you know where I live
When you was
years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on stage

Underground
Intro 

The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by 

KRS One. 

Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye 

Widdy bye bye bye bye
my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You know Jay would never put your album out
or Scot La Rock 
But they can get bust 
Get robbed, get dropped 
I don't play around 
Nor do I fuck around 
And you can tell by the bodies that are
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
a Jag truck 
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin bandana 
38-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
make 
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize 
Of americal not America mer 
Medler rich peddler "hold up? 
Which ways up whatever high 
Heather by bush push
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin' bandana 
Thirty eight-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
trip, it be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Her to hit you
brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don’t fuck with each other 
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with