Don't Fight The Intro

Say, hoe...yeah! you...

Can i ask you a question?

Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?



Get mad if you want, i won’t front

Cause i got a new tape and it's full of bumps

So roll you raps over they all out-dated

Too $hort, baby, comin' straight x-rated

Oakland funk is all on this tape

You heard seven get ready for eight

That's right, bitch,

$hort said eight of them

Don't belive me?

Start countin' while i name them

Don't stop rappin'

Girl, that's your life

Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe

Players?was the wickedest

And that's the realler

But i still came hard on coke-dealers

Raw, uncut & x-rated? ‘born to mack?life is...too $hort?is where i first went platinum

$hort dog's in the house?came next

And $horty the pimp?makes seven, bitch...



And it don't stop to the beat, baby...

Get in where you fit in, bitch!


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