[Interlude]
My thing is
If a n***a sold ten million and had the hottest record out
Wouldn't you wanna go to a motherfuckin' club
Wouldn't you wanna touch that town, I see cribs wit a
Nine million Lamborghinis, where the fuck you driving that shit at?
Neverland Ranch, n***a?
N***a need to take up knittin' and crossword puzzling, some shit like that
Go to Bingo wit Yayo faggot ass, man
Fuckin' Yayo, Flavor Flav, 2008 Flavor Flav, Lloyd Banks
Fake Fabolous n***a wit a frog in his fuckin' mouth, bitch ass n***a
Young Buck don't act like we ain't catch you and two-piece you in fuckin'
Chicago, n***a, I ain't wanna blow your spot up but you been tryna diss Pistol Pete lately
You been loose
You know the Outlaws called me to squash that beef, a million n***as, you had the whole world callin' me
Talkin' 'bout you ain't gon' be down wit motherfuckin' G-Unit
The bitch, what's her name? um, homegirl from, ah, O Zone
You callin' her up
Talkin' about "Yo I ain't down with G-Unit no more, squash it wit Joe" you pussy, n***a
That's what it is, I wanna see a solo album out
Like is there еver gonna be a Yayo album again? I doubt it
Or fuckin', ahhh, the hommo n***a, Ton, ah, ah
What's this n***a namе, man, this n***a
Lloyd Banks heh, heh
Lloyd Banks
Frog in his mouth, I never understood one fuckin' rhyme he said in his life
Um
The n***a Young Buck
Spider Loc
The n***a Hot Rod, like who is these n***as, man, I mean Mobb Deep
I ain't wanna disrespect, I heard Prodigy lately talkin' loosely
Sickle Cell better not be tryna get loose
Yo Boo Boo
Put your artists out, man, stop bein' a Nervous Nelson n***a, man
Oh yeah, Nervous Nelson
Gay-Unit Volume One