ft. Rip The Jacker

[Rip]

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement

And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make since

Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a weight bench

Without me you're defenseless you better face it

You ain't show me love when you was at your apex

Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex

Catching wreck while Noreaga was catching his breath

I had to keep the situation in check

Look at the vericose veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best

The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back

What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'

Besides talkin' shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em

They just mad cuz when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em

Between me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em



[Bis]

Calm down



[Rip]

Who you telling to calm down nigga, I'm a ripper remember?

I told you not to do "Gone Til November."

But you wouldn't listen. I always had your best interests in mind

I wrote all your best lyrical lines

If it wasn't for me you'd be writin' pitiful lines

On stage if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes

Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes

I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride

But I'm getting tired of having to remind you Bis

If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis



[Bis]

What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a crazy business

You a lying ass bitch and you know it

Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it

If its one thing I learned in show biz

Stay focused and don't quit Rip

Why you talkin' 'bout old shit?



[Rip]

Germaine, you fuckin' water brain-acap