Yaah!

Let me get forced into sexual activity

Then take my fuckin' talent, take me from my family
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom
Yaah
When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga
Yaah, say what?
If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name
Jump my fence if I ain't the prince
Take my fuckin' tank from me and give it back to Goldman
If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size
Yaah, say what?
Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
MC's
Yaah, say what?
Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents
Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb
Yaah, say what?
MC's
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Forget me if I leave this bitch
If I don't sell at least a million
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, yaah, yaah
That's what the fuck I'm hearin' in my head
Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana
Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap
MC's

Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight
Yaah, say what?
Let my next fifty concerts get canceled

If I'm scared in front the camera
Yaah, say what?
Da da da daah

Erase my fuckin' vocals, burn my fuckin' notebooks
I quit, my career's over, turn me upside down

Yaah, say what?
Da da da daah
I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers

Yaah, say what?
And hang me from my scrotum
Yaah, say what?
If I don't bust to the utmost of my ability
Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah
Pull my hair out if I sell out, bury me on my stomach
Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver
Let my momma Benz get four flat tires
If I don't run circles around these other rap guys
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, say what?
That's what keep me going
Strip clothes if it don't ship gold

MC's, MC's
Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin'
I can't stop that voice
Yaah, yaah, yaah

Da da da daah

Da da da daah
Let me get turned out by three skank freaks

Da da da daah

Yaah, yaah, yaah
Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle
Yaah, say what?
Yaah, yaah, yaah
Yaah, say what?
Put me out my house, beat me out my change
Yaah, say what?
Take my head if I say it and don't feel it

Close my fuckin' eyes if you can stop me from sayin'

Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off
Yaah, say what?
And get rid of me if I lose creativity

If what I'm brewin' ain't potent
Da da da daah
If I give these niggas breathin' room
MC's

Yaah, say what?
Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga

If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes
Let the garbage man pick me up
Yaah, say what?
MC's
Yaah, say what?

Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum
Yaah, yaah, yaah
Put me in the sun and cut my air supply
Or keep me from playin'

Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom
If what I'm doin' ain't rollin'
Before I put my fuckin' Grammy on the mantle
Yaah, say what?

MC's
Without no drawers on at all if I don't go off
Yaah, say what?
That's what make me fuck over you
Yaah, say what?
Nothin' if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap
Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul
Yaah, yaah, yaah

In the ground written across my tomb
Before they can say my shit old