LYRICS
got these from boxden...
"You plan to bang, I plan to bang too
you playin them games, I'm seein the thing through
you sayin my name to entertain ya crew
I ain't playin no Games when shots exchange you're through
Fresh off probation I gotta charge to throw away
my lawyer say for 80 large it'll go away
and that ain't no money to Jay
so you could get it broad day on broadway while TRL's taping
you playin a game you know you won't win
quit playin these childish games with grown men
I don't give a f**k about cars or chrome rims
I got apartments you could put your home in"
(Do not put my verse on yal records dog)
"These cats make subliminal records
Knowin they can't directly direct it at me
I don't respect it
And you don't really want it with Hov for the record
I put a couple of careers on hold you could be next kid
You keep entering the danger zone
You gonna make that "Boy Hov" put your name on a song
If you that hungry for fame well thingysucker c'mon
Say when, take ten paces then spin
But on another note I'm bout to take another va-cay on another boat
Got d**n a Motherf**ker rode way out the hood
And I pray that I stayed out for good
But any day you know a nigga could try to play like he Suge
Then I gotta pull it like Dutch Schultz
You pass the Dutchy I'll blast you trust me
Niggaz can't f**k with me, I'm in a good mood yal lucky
I'm in a good groove
And I ain't tryin to mess my thing up
But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Non Pulp-Fiction, Cult 4-fifth-in
Young ******s that blast for me, No Religion!"