Strictly Hip Hop

I never rapped on an R&B record and I neva will
I got these phoney muthaf**kas 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
F**kin' sell out ni**a 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 never took another f**kin' MC's sh*t
And made it my first single f**k a hit
F**kin' 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 w**d and I got brain damage
But I don't give a f**k cause I still manage
To represent to the fullest
No pop singles and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with the articles
In them magazines with the b**ch 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 f**k-em industry that's take 'n all ya dough
I never 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 tactic
I hear niggas say no but I know they front
'Cause after they shows they want me to smoke a blunt
I don't respect a hypocrite motherf**kers I despise
'Cause me I tell the truth even when I tell a lie
All you brothers in the game run a check
'Cause you get checked f**ked off with no respect
Motherf**kers