Song Description

The title says it all.

Lyrics

You hate to see me when I get on stage, you hate to see a fool like me get braids, you hate to see me in a escalade, you hate to see me get extra paid, somethin aint right, if i aint tight, tell me why everybody startin to bite, I'm steppin up into the limelight now, its a whole lot of hatin goin on right now but its on like fuck it, here goes nothin im back on the track and yall pressin my buttons, it aint cause I'm white, I'm lookin past that, I'm runnin straight into the game like a halfback, blast back if you mothafuckas want trouble, I'm down for the cause and I'm ready to rumble, I'm out for whatever I'm tired of bein humble, I'm carryin the load, I aint set to fumble, the ace of the jungle, child of the ghetto, raised up off the block where its hard to let go, if you think what you sayin is hurtin me you full of it, words dont hurt worse than a bullet, pull it, try it, kick it to the side, cause it aint gonna work I got too much pride, try all you want but you aint gettin inside, I got a set defense in my stratejacket mind like what? y'all thought I'd fall? hell nah, fool I got pity for y'all, I'm bailin on through, this game has flaws, thats why when they hear my name they all pause

Chorus:
You can ride with me, side with me, collide with me, die with me, pray with me, stay with me, hope to see another day with me, love me, hate me, agree with me, debate me, whatever you say don't break me, cause I'm the only one who made me

M I S yes T to the A, am I blessed? yes, needless to say, C Y C O bringin ends meat home, seein dead people whenever I fleezow, we go without givin a warnin, fueled off the hangover we get in the mornin, this games gettin whack, the fans been yawnin, this is what you all been waitin for, who want it? I'm on it, like white on glue, the rap games lookin kinda right on you, like a crap game shoot a few dice or two, hit the mic like 7, 11, who woulda knew, it was you? the man in the mirror all along, the baddest mothafucka on the microphone, the coldest entertainer when the lights cut on, you hope you still alive when the night is gone, it hits dawn and I'm still up puttin in work, still off a buzz from that erk and jerk, still catchin hugs from the cutest skirts, and I'm still catchin hate but that shit don't hurt, it aint love so it ain't nothin, fuck it I aint bluffin, no ones better cause I'm cheddar bound, hustlin, true rider convention, you out of commission, all them fools from the hood knew I'd envision, a world so perfect fit right for livin, this rap game just aint right if I aint in it, so tonights the beginning, tomorrows the campaign, I'm on the mic and I'm doin my damn thang

Repeat Chorus x3

Who put it down for the ground where the low low's hop, who rolls through the town where time never stops, it's time to put in work and I'm punchin the clock, y'all ain't ready

Y'all ain't ready for me (Y'all ain't ready)

Fade