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[feat. Rapper Big Pooh Elzhi & Tannie J] Yeah, you break artists, look, they crying broke Career in the garbage, they decided to croak I guess my assignment now is just to poke At the sleeping giant until he's awoke I can take the slingshot and make these heat rocks Hit 'em between the eyes until this bad dream stops. To be at the top the price ain't cheap I pay DJ's, they still send me drop sheets I drop heat and you can blame it on my past Why I only work for currency now like Damon Dash Forget being mad I can tell they pissed off That I became like Jermaine when He would rhyme with Kriss Kross Da Brat and Xscape and whoever else He had signed but made wait That's the old bait and switch The bullshit you go through to get rich And that's the reason why Tyson hit Mitch Right in front of Dapper Dan before He got the chance to stitch Up a new outfit, there ain't an outfit That I can't out spit, cause they don't rap about shit So take these words home and think 'em through SongtexteOr the next rhyme I write might be about you [Chorus:] Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away So you can quit crying BROKE Today is the first of the rest of your life Cause you refuse to write on paper, that don't make you nice Windex on your chain. that don't make that ice Lil' niggas wanting fame, this a sacrifice Plenty rappers getting signed, spending time on the shelf It's a flaw in the design, learn you rhyme for yaself Dusty records ain't classics, most people plastic But fans ain't plastic, they more like metal Refuse to play the end of ya strings, no Geppettos Men with ho tendencies, your Jordans are stilettos Drum and bass flow, your soul is so cello Sugar free jell-o, I will never settle for less than what I deserve. Youngins got nerve, think they story gonna be different Be on the same train, different cars, nigga listen The game is full of sheep, and wolves attack herds Cause you already sleep [Chorus:] Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away So you can quit crying BROKE You rather see me cryin broke, die and croak We gettin high and smoke Off the water with Hawaiian folk You funny and ain't even try and joke Because I got the right dollars To move next to white collars who be buyin coke But last year was different I felt my knees buckle that's when I Got on my knuckles like the apes inside the jungles Up in Africa, imagine feelin like the reaper's after ya Tax man taking half of the pie, only to suck you dry Like he Dracula It made my spine tense. It's all due to this record label nonsense But I've been fine since, I got back up on my feet Spittin heat with the Cons-Quence And only because I plan on running and I'm far from stressed You'd rather see me with my car possessed And my mansion haunted And I was terribly deprived The moment they try to bury me alive I barely survived, now I'm here [Chorus:] Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away Let me help you wipe your tears away So you can quit crying BROKE Aus Songtexte Mania