For The Critics

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    Listen the critics is talkin
    They got questions
    I got answers
    I'm not sick, I'm offended
    I got cancer
    They askin about the dancin, I was a kid
    14 I was gettin bout copy000 a vid
    Dude cryin in interviews they wanna know what he mean
    Mad wife crossed over where the grass was green
    Sayin I stole from wayne, that's the name of his team
    (Squad up!) got that shit poppin on the scene
    Wanna know if I'm a hustler or I just sell drugs
    And I don't beef with faggots, I just shoot thugs
    Nah, I'm just pullin ya tail,
    Could'ntpay a nigga to front if he sang with jay and pharrell
    En vogue flow, givin somethin they can feel
    Even the blind can see it's no need for brail
    And um, when it come to the rock
    It's no singers round here, it's no need for rell

    (They keep askin bout the desert storm situation
    Me and the a-team still makin classics
    Joe, cain, fab, what up
    Clue my dude, wait till they hear that lil mo shit
    It's nothin, I got some more shit though
    The riot squad is that gang
    Holla at me, 917-443-4820 man
    It's all love)

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    I'm not glory hog, I could'ntif I would
    Fab made desert storm good
    I just made desert storm hood
    They had to block, I supplied the rock
    In other words I just helped solidify they spot
    I'm not the star of the label
    Just the strongest leg
    Which makes me the essential part of the table
    And though you might've seen 'em on cable
    Don't get it confused, cain made this able nigga
    Not paul, that's my dude
    I'm talkin bout raw, a lil nostril food
    See the deal just gave me jewls
    And the fame, got me walkin around with this big ass fifth
    I'm used to matching
    This don't coordinate with my fit
    But I can't take if off my hip
    Niggas won't think that I'm hip
    Like I don't know you sick to your stomach
    I'm winnin and you don't benefit from it
    The fuck you thought, I bag the bitch and let you hump her
    It's not the block, I know you used to be a pumper
    But this a whole different ball game
    Young nigga I'm not for games
    That glock will flame nigga
    The riots that gang nigga
    Drugs down to bang nigga
    G'z and bynoe feel the same nigga
    Squad up!

    (The fans already know what it is
    I'm appreciatin all the love and support I'm gettin out there man
    Ya'll see me on the corners, scrambler city holla at me)

    Look
    Dear critics, I'm comfy, I'm doin well
    Comes to the grooves for the ladies
    Shit I'm feelin as smooth as ll
    And you can tell by my r&b features
    Theo negotiatin squad up sneakers
    I'm as lyrical as nas
    As charamatic as jay
    Got his borough on lock like big still to this day
    As deep as beans
    As slick talkin as kiss
    One phrase to describe me
    I'm on my shit

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