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Let me tell you my story... What's up kids You may know me as the craziest The one with the amazin' flamin' gift I'm Jay Reaper came to save this shit Mr. I-Don't-Know-Who-Jay-Z-Is The crew is Dope D.O.D. motherfucker And now you know the name all this niggas start to suck up I forgot your name cause I'm not listening And I won't pop yo CD into my sound system Cause I'm still broke as fuck Now give me one good reason I shouldn't stick yo ass up Thinkin' I'm famous I would give a fuck They say in life its all about the lil' stuff nigga give it up I been around the world seen a lot of pretty places Big bootys and shitty faces Masons handshaking My blood on the paper cause I'm more than impatient When I'm signing with satan And I'm breakin' Feelin' like them apemen I'm caged in My shitty life's been a lil' frustrating And I'm ageing It's like the whole foundation of my fuckin' life caved in But fuck it SongtexteI got a million ways to tell ya'll niggas "suck it" Like more skills, more attitude and more power to bust it You probably lookin' at Da Roach and actin' all disgusted Guess what, I love it, fuckers You spending all your time on some random bitches Watch me and my fam go from rags to riches You wanna stay broke than that's your business I roll with the giants fuck ya'll midgets You're living a lie but still you won't admit it I'm not in the mood everyone is gonna get it I used to respect shit ya lost all credit Now ya get disrespected and tested ya dumb prick Watch the clock tick it goes to quick Shit is serious no taking the piss The team move slick and we stay so sick You don't stack no bricks now you losing grip You walk with a limp and a walking stick Cause you fucked with a click and got brutally kicked No life ain't a flick you played out like card tricks Open up ya eyes and see reality bitch I hear people say "nowadays he got real cocky" "He's stuck in a cycle of tour, fame and money" That's funny buddy ya think you know the facts now Think again or drop by I'm still in the crackhouse Still without heat and the occasional blackout The ratmonkey's still in my yard he can't get out I pull the hash out and think for a minute But that ain't enough if ya livin' with a time limit Da clocks tickin' I'm still spittin' real hip hop I fall down daily but learned how to get up I roll with the Reaper, Diggles and Rotten Chu, P, Mulz and a handfull a blood kin Backstabbin' trash ends up in a dustgin Or under the dark dirt slowly forgotten So watch what you wish for and try understand it The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted Yeah, try to understand it The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted Ya betta, try to understand it The way we grew up we don't take shit for granted Dope D.O.D. 2012 and beyond! Until the next time the world ends, peace Aus Songtexte Mania