Another song of woe Woe sounds like this You say nothings changed Where were you when my world Was spinning into masquerade? You claim it's just a question
assinine Then releasing it? That's an ego trip Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record Sounding like my girl's cat
de-ny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat was
we was G-Unit Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine Take
a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge Turn the page, flip the script Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump In the hatchback, ass fat Nickel
But the clock {stops}, no more tick {tocks} Did you think at least take the time to learn the leter of hip-hop {Yeah, it's too black, cat can't play that
thing I couldn't deny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted 'Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat
thought we was G-Unit Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is
Then releasing it? That's an ego trip Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record Sounding like my girl's cat
t de-ny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat was