it ain't my bussiness but im taking ya shitlist
and breaking ya biscuit to divide(the vibe) between the rapin and children
making me sicker top my level, or listen to me
im bussy bein MC which is different when smoking trees
im seeing glassy my eyes is getting whacky
im kind of a surprise when im bout it now see me laughing
these people(this beat) don't wanna see me spit this version of me and my rap
me bein MC and feelling that gap
getting nautious(get emotions) with this bullshit on MTV and their TMF
where's the bus, press your luck and be the building of rap
im feeling that so why the heck would I be killing fans
or stealing pens it's just a (the) word don't get it twisted man

im all bout it im all roudy I'm cowboy's southern
cow en chicken shit for all this motherfucking cowards
im cooking rice for these peeps, cuz see they eyes
they ain't feeling nice, feel me twice, and be me when im seeing dices
man, im bleeding mics, too real to (Came)Game alone
too real to be alone and much different from all our peoples home

you wanna try to kill for your word, be my guest
but when you be my guest there's nuthin less then feelin my ass
ye, you wanna kill your woord, be my guest, leave it

(lyric is still different)