Lyrics:

+ (girl)
You 'bout to bounce, you goin to work? (mm-hmm)
Aight, well, y'knahmsayin, I-I'll talk..
What - what is that, what what the fuck is this?
(Man you know I listen to this every mornin 'fore I go to work)
Man I hate that nigga man, you always listen to that nigga man
Fuck him (man why you trippin, you know we just friends)
Yeah whatever, you always say that shit
A-aight whatever, I'll just talk to you when you get off the nuts
(Man that's fine, and don't be goin through my shit either)
Aight, Mad Skillz, 6-4-7 {*dialing phone*} 2-oh-...
- Skillz as Shaqwan
- Skillz as Skillz
Hello, can I speak to Skillz?
Speakin
Yo I got a problem with you fool
Yo who is this?
Man we beefin
What?
Fool don't front like you some kind of fuckin star
I 'member back in the days when you had that lil' green car
Yeah I had a green car, you know why? I like cash
I still got it, matter of fact man you can kiss my ass
Who the hell is this?
Don't worry about it
Stop playin 'Twan
Fool this ain't no 'Twan
Who is this?
Man this Shaqwan
What?
You don't 'member me, from East-end Richmond?
Nah
I used to bar with you nigga when you was livin 'round Whitman
You know what? I don't know you for real!
Oh see that's how y'all get when y'all get a lil' muh'fuckin record deal
Man I'm sick of you, I'm sick of your crew
You ain't representin, I coulda did better than you
You know what? I meet niggas like you e'ryday
But when y'all see me out, y'all don't have shit to say
I mean y'all niggas aight, but you ain't fuckin with me
That goes for you, Danja Mowf, and what's that other nigga name?
Lonnie B?
Yeah that nigga, y'all don't get no props
Yeah whatever
On the f'real f'real man, just wait 'til my shit drop
Yeah I'mma wait! I ain't got options
And when I hear it I'mma see Big and 'Pac ballin down Hoskins
I ain't got time for this high school shit
You don't wanna talk to me dawg, you wanna talk to the {*CLICK*}
{*dialtone*}
What?! This motherfucker {*redialing*}
This motherfucker man! Oh aight, okay
Hello?!
Oh, you wanna hang up in nigga's grills?
I'm sayin you on some real bitch shit nigga, you need to chill
See y'all rap niggas be thinkin y'all the shit
I was with them niggas that was boyin' your lil' ass in the slip
I still left with your bitch, so what you sayin?
Whatever
If you don't like the coach playa hater then what's the use of you playin?
You think you the first nigga to doubt me?
Man I'm gettin this dough, I don't give a fuck on how you feel about me
I'm sayin, how you gon' be a real MC
You don't smoke blunts, you ain't killed nobody on your CD
Talkin 'bout what you don't do is childish
If I was from New York or Cali, you'd be tryin to toss my salad
NIGGA FUCK YOU~!
Fuck you! What you gon' fight me?
You ain't gon' do shit but see me out and talk about how you don't like me
I don't be jockin you, I'll put yo' ass under
Your girl be jockin me
Shit how you figure?
How you get my number?
I'm sayin, that's besides the point
Man you garbage
Yeah whatever
And I ain't even buyin yo' next joint
Matter of fact, your last CD was whack
And when I see you I'mma ask for my muh'fuckin money back
Oh it's like that?
Yeah
You get your money back - it's comin with somethin else
Yeah what's that?
13 smacks! What the fuck you want man, I'm 'bout to pull this plug
Hold up hold up hold up - I got a demo, you think you can put me on cuz?
{*click*}