So did you give OJ th-the lyrics to say in that particular song?
For his song? No, he wrote his own lyrics. But...I'm not...
Did he give you lyrics to say?
No, but at the same time it's like, and we just havin' fun with it I'm not gonna, go, try to be super scientifical, lyrical, mira- I'm not Slaught-I'm not a part of Slaughterhouse
So do you co-sign Slaughterhouse too?
Oh, well, most of 'em. (haha) Strictly I even co-sign Joe Budden like (okay)... He's just a faggot. He's a fuckin' faggot But...he can rap, knowhatI'msayin'? The rest of like... Joell's my NIGGA. He not gonna just start something (So how...) He's not gonna just say, "Damn, I need attention. So let me just pick on somebody for attention."
And they're very close though.
They are close.
But ho-how do you think they all get each other's back?
I don't know. I don't know how they close I-I couldn't be close with a nigga like that (That's all...) Yeah, I'm a fan of Joell (Okay) I'm a fan of Crooked I and I'm a great fan of Royce And you know...I think they can rap But I just don't think these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'? I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years from now
From the say you're born...till the day you die If you're one of the poor one's you just gotta work hard
My shit is laid out Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out Why is it harder for, peace over violence? Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we roll in silence It always got to be that one nigga that's the loudest That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be about it RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA Fuck outta here with that shit You puttin' way too much passion into that wack shit Put your dukes down nigga, we come in peace With them AK-47's, we from the streets Calm down, shhhh You so emotional I know where you're at in your career is such a low for you I understand it But understand this My daddy taught me manners So it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras That shit is lame, lames we don't respect We wonderin' why the fuck you so upset We know the streets'll swallow you Look what that powder do Look at you try to embody what's not really inside of you I promise you That if you chill now In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and bother you I'm here for fries That's it Chicken nuggets Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' I'm just above it I'm too mature for this It ain't smart to go to war for this
Cause I'm a rider I'm about that 187 Cause I'm a rider I'm about that 187 You not a rider Not about that 187 You not a rider
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Got the illest flow because I flow it from my soul You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never Told These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record But them plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right price Y'all know the rest Get your doe biters Y'all goin' left Get your emo in check Later with them vendettas Handle your liquor better Let's play some tennis Go back and forth, who winnin'? You will give into a Koch deal away from (finished) Fuck outta here with that Step your bars up Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest Step your cars up That little Benz you know is lame I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy chain I'm so insane I flow with open flame Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name That's why I don't bother nobody I catch a body all alone cause I don't ride with nobody Niggas figure's been put on Jenny Craig Look what the prison built You big up top with skinny legs C'mon Johnny Bravo You fuckin' with the whole Detroit, chill out The S.O.B.s without the swing, you needs to get out I'm quick to stick the clip in Just ask my nigga Crooked Joey Budden got you niggas trippin'
Cause I'm a rider I'm about that 187 Cause I'm a rider I'm about that 187 You not a rider Not about that 187 You not a rider
