Strictly Hip Hop

I neva rapped on an R and B record, and I neva will

I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real

But, they don't know how to take they own advisement

Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing

Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion

Get the hell out

I'm peepin' out these so called gangsta niggas

Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures

And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit

And made it my first single, fuck a hit

Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off

I'm gonna, end all of it

It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry

Sellin' out for the fame

I just sit back and watch all these fools with their gimmicks

Go down in flames, in the big game

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage

But, I don't give a fuck 'cuz I still manage

To represent to the fullest

No pop singles, and no actin' foolish

To the studio gangsta with them articals

In them magizines with the bitch editors

Keep it real in the game

Niggas got no shame

Now all the executives want all the fuckin' fame

Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes

For the fuck-em industry that's take'n all ya dough

I neva stole it, stole it all

Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall

Fools want me to fall

But I won't, 'cuz my roots are too thick and strong

Like the chocolate tastic

I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front

'Cuz afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt

I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise

'Cuz me, I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie

All you bruthas in the game run a check

'Cuz you get checked fucked off, with no respect

Muthafuckas