Strictly Hip Hop

I neva rapped on an r&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 taking 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, for a hit Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off I'm gonna, and all of it It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry Sellin' out for the fame I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks 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 cause I still manage To represent to the fullest No pop singles, and no actin' foolish To the studio gangsta with the 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 fame Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes For the fuck-em indistry 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 I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong Like the chocolate tastic I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie All you bruthas in the game run a check Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect Muthafuckas