Lyrics:

Niggas aint ready to ride no more
They used to try to keep it real
Now they dont even try no more
They dont represent the star no more
Ever since Big died nobody ready to die no more
They dont get murdered when they testify no more
They just tell the whole truth, they dont lie no more
They dont sell real lye no more
When you smoke the same weed it dont even get you high no more
They aint loyal to they connect, not no more
They just cop one time and they dont buy no more
Cant listen to music when you drive no more
Cause they dont make thinking music for the mind no more
50 Cent aint got beef with JA no more
Jay Z aint got beef with Nas no more
Too friendly, aint no competitive side no more
Rap game boring, it aint even live no more

Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters
Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters

I said Im better than Jigga cause Im better than Jigga
I aint no rookie to this shit, Im a veteran spitter
I grew up with jugs men, good fellas and killers
My homies catch a case, man, I sent letter to niggas
I aint hating but I aint getting bread with them niggas
I feel like it shouldve been me instead of them niggas
I wish the doctors and the paramedics was quicker
Cause Im sick with this shit, I need my medicine, nigga
Niggas talking indirect, I step to them niggas
I wouldnt give a motherfucker if it was ten of them niggas
Head crack, six niggas, Im on a six men spree
Your girl think you a gangsta, I think that bitch cant see
Niggas say they gonna hit me, your whole clique fear me
I get your head man hit up, they call me Head Man P
You the best in the city, Im screaming this cant be
You aint no fucking gorilla, you just a chimpanzee

Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters
Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters

Im a philosopher, popular for just popping and pastas up
Rising like the mercury inside a thermometer
You say you off the meter, they lied to you
Im a thousand more times off the meter like a fucking kilometer
Im not a big enough star, what are you? Astronomers?
Swallow a hollow cause you aint promised tomorrow
Bloggers and botherers, Twitter follow and followers
Im cocking a chopper to pop shots like photographers
My third eye focused and like I watch with binoculars
Drug money in my sneakers, foam posit depositor
The coppers be watching but I aint stopping, Im tired of you
Middle finger to camera while they watching the monitors
Smoke Ganja from Florida
When I roll a blunt I hold the blunt to my mouth like the player hold a harmonica
Cant stop the drama, it aint no hot, bro
Im Barack Obama, Osama Bin Laden, yo

Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters
Here it is, step into my bizz
With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo
Im a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation
Got no time for wangsters