Who's that on my answering machine

Leaving me a message freak my dreams -

Got my number from a friend at a magazine

X-Friend now all my calls they get screened

Yo I'm over minor leagues

Now I'm up in the game

For a fee of 2 G's trademark my name

Leroy I be the mellow never front on the fame

But there's a hole in yo brain a gap a synapse

In my synopsis it started w 2 struggling rappers

There was u the unemployed

I freaked commercials as an actor

Tryin' to make moves but u was all about yo mouth

U got gassed up by ya moms ay yo I had to break out

Ya laughed I held u back heard u whisper what I lack

But when u 2 faced your rep gets smoked like stems of crack

U better run from me homey

Ya heard Leroy said what's the matter wit u boy



Leroy

Leroy, what are u doin'!

Leroy



Like Lauryn Hill say music is supposed to inspire

I signed w RCA peace to Seymour at Sire

Ya quick ta brag about ya wack MC battles in Long Island

Who ya sign with Leroy the phone goes silent

Ooh u didn't call me when u was dissin' my demo

Ooh -u didn't call me when u was coolin' in the limo of my'

Favorite rapper damn u had a crush on him

Leroy ya just a greedy groupie male groupies ain't in

So I think that Tarsha Vega need the caller I.D.

Ya bugga boo ya buggin' me don't take it personally

I flee from those who do the shifty

bag em in the Hefty w the cinch sack u yap

I snap ya back like Richard Pryor

U a big mouth and I'm the orthodontist w the pliers and

The wires in a crossword puzzle

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