[Intro]
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy
Woe, jealousy, jealousy

[Spoken/Collision]
I would like to dedicate this song in memory of all you
Jealous-ass, non-supporting, non-believers
But once we blow the fuck up, you was right there
Every step of the way, motherfuckers
Rest in peace, each and everyone of you, ha

[Verse 1]
I'm about to piss a lot of jealous people off
Tell us we fell off or watch, oh well I'll sleep it off *snoring*
'Cause you can hate it like and [?] granny, just pretend you love it
Tell the truth, I really don't give a fuck for your opinion of it
I still have platinum status, should've never had us
Then you want the satisfaction of the baddest acts
Or bring the baddest, rapper at us, watch you splat his apparatus, gat as [?]
Mom and dad is an example of what someone who's baddest
Fuck, that took a lot out of me, but when you're bouting me
It makes me proud of me the man you wish I show you how to be
If you could drive a car to Mars and shoot the sperm at the stars, and your group still hasn't come as far as ours
Remember little old wimpy, pockets always empty
Me, you always dreamt he'd be on MTV
Well, I remember all of those little hoes
That acted snotty, now I'm back to blow my nose on your clothes
'Cause I feel like I got some shit to prove to non-believers
So when I finally make you realize that he's movin' on to leave us
In his world you won't give where he's headed to be a better
While I look back watching everyone regretted who said it?
[Chorus]
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we

[Verse 2]
He ain't think I had balls
So when I showed him and it felt on my scrotum sack
And made his mother hold him while his honey just sewed 'em back
I only show my skill when I'm so fit to care to sauce it up
So if you made a profit off it, then cough it up *coughs*
You'll have to bleed to death before you show me a flow
'Cause I'm so down into the roots, I need to grow me a 'fro
I get funky on a track, I've had a monkey on my back
Since Manix stuck me on the track, I'm worse than a junkie on the crack
It's almost like every record I make has got it
On beer, with every minute and second it takes to write it (Woo)
And I ain't graduate, was forced to quit when I was seventeen
So I'll be the biggest loser with a million bucks you've ever seen
And these loco's are smokin' frog
I'm figurin' since the devil took a poke at the joker then so can I
Now I see why the both of you bombed, 'cause you was sleepin' in gutters
While these sons spent of his sales buying crack for his mom *woman gasps*
And he don't gotta tell us he's jealous
'Cause I can smell his jealousy, 'cause he won't sell as well as we
And I know, and we know, and they know
To lay low and stay low, and stay loc'd and stay broke, so say woe
[Chorus]
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we

[Verse 3]
I sold my songs for my bitches
That said I'd never buy a ring for no fling
They got offended by the lyrics, not a single thing
So if you feel like layin' down, you knowin' right who to call
But when the light goes through the shades, you goin' right through the wall
As soon as Rubik's Cube or cubic squares
I'll fuck any girl with two big boobs and pubic hairs
And ever since the day Soul Intent came strollin' in
You can bet you're goin' down like bowlin' pins
And tribal rivals get eyefuls on arrival
Stab 'em with knives, and die from the bullets from rifles
And if the jealous hoes come back again
I just grab a pen and stab 'em in the abdomen
And while you're poutin' about, I'mma be out and about
Tryna sprout in a drought, I'll get Proof and shout and I'm out
And if I don't get Detroit support it ain’t like I’ma pout and cry about it 'cause I doubt that I’ma die without it!
[Chorus]
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Say woe)
Woe, jealousy, jealousy (Do they know?)
No, jealousys', well as we

[Outro]
This is going out to my entire Straight Jacket family. Champtown, Mc Ill. Brandon, the man who run this sound [?]. Manix, DJ Butter Fingers, Shortcut and Blind Mellow Jelly. We all know jealousy, right fellas? (Ha) And also can't forget my man Proof, Eye-Kyu, ClockWork and White Shadow. And we out!