Gossip

I hate Gossip,

And I don't walkin around

Looking for it ya know

But yesterday it seems just

Wonder around till it found

Me you know like

Gossip found me

Then why don't you try prove it

How?

You don't know how to prove it,

Well what you just you do is.

Stop, stop, stop,

Stop, stop, stop,

Stop, stop, stop,

Stop,

Stop hatin on a nigga that

Is a weak emotion

The lady of a nigga

And You can get tipped like

You waitin on a nigga

Put a body bag and an apron on a n*gga

I give my all behind the mic

But you could never see if you

Sit behind the light

You don't have to pick me

To win the title fight

But I'ma wear that

Championship belt so tight

And if I'm wrong there is no right

And if I'm wrong there is no white

I'm triin to be polite

But you bitches in my hair

Like the fuckin po-lice

My flow is rare

These other rappers nice

These other rappers bark

Some of them even bite

But I'm much more bright

I give the game sight

So before you dim the light

You just might might wanna

Think it over, think it over,

Ooo think it over baby

Stop!

Stop analyzing

Criticizing

You should realize

What I am 'n start epitomizing

Legitamite

I got the heart of the biggest lion

I'm confident like fuck em all

Pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick so sick its

Like my shit is dyin'

It rains a lot in my city

Because my city's cryin

Because my cities dyin'

Still I emerge from all of that

I am a livin' pion... eer near

Zion

Fear god not them

Steer my robin coupe through

The streets of the booth and soowoop

And

Then I leak blood in the booth

I leave a blood bath

Sorry there's a tub in the booth

Now where the drugs at im twisted

Like the strings on a shoe

No nigga fuck that

I'm twisted like the strings on a boot now

Where new Orleans at?

I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass

So in your possession

I I, I must ask

Hey haven't I been good to

You tell me haven't I been

Sweet to you

Drag my name through the mud

I come out clean

Cast away stones

I wont even blink

A gun is not a math problem

I wont even think

Just leave you dead like

The mink under my sink

Don't believe in me

Don't believe me

I've graduated from hungry

And made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta

Take it and eat it

But I'm a need cheese

If I'm bakin' a ziti

You niggas want beef

I want a steak and a wee be

Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be

Hard body n*gga just takin' it easy

All about my paper bout my paper like ez

Why do rappers why do

Rappers lie to fans lie to

Rappers lot of rappers lie

Like actors

Cut the mutha fuckin camera

Cut the check nigga

Fuck your props

And make it out to Hip Hop

I'm not dead I'm alive.