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You got something on your mind nigga?

Say dat then

Well let me say it without worrying about if my label OK it

When Weapon Waist wildin out, man give him room

Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room

Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitches womb

The street sweeper’s the wicked witches broom

A silver spoon, I never had it

I grew up mad at Anne Frank, cause the bitch lived in a better attic

(Say dat then)

I seen my share of static, they say that it made me charismatic

Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater

With a porn diva, blowin reefer and pouring liters of vodka

Cause the feds freezing a nigga bread

I’m drinking thinking they gon seize me even when I’m dead

Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers

While I’m sleeping in my bed, dreaming about Slaughterhouse

Dropping an album that’s a chart topper

While I got these demons schemin' on my head

Even though I’m the realest

See, there wasn’t enough violence in Menace II Society

To show you how Cali killers be chilling in society

And the police, they hate me

Long Beach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me

Cause I was supposed to be a statistic

A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said, «Say dat then»

Guess this where I’m supposed to vent, huh?

Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?

Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?

Nonsense, honestly my conscience is dealing with a constant

Conflict with the bullshit I’ve been doing

That I feel so bad about the second after it’s accomplished

A compass, I need one of those cause I’m wandering in darkness

But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this

Being clean around this (Say dat then)

Being clean around this garbage, two steppin through this garden

Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted

Bank account comma, but still get ya undergarments from Target

With a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator

And shake the doorman’s hand before you go jogging

(Yaowa) I’m just a hood nigga, fuck it

But I’m a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue

But never the cat got my tongue my nigga

(Say dat then) So I could knock your dome off your neck

Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left

You could go apeshit, fake prick

And take flicks with eight cliques, you still never posing a threat

If you gon' say something, say it then

Hahaha my biiiig mouth

I got a big mouth, can’t help it

Talk from my heart, real

You know what I’m saying?

Whatever comes, comes

You got something on your mind nigga?

I made a living off of rhyming 'bout just how I feel at the moment

Right at this particular moment

I’m in that zone where I’m wondering

How far I really could get with just my diploma

Reflecting on how rap is a blessing

Feeling that same feeling before I fucked my first bad bitch

That I got right after undressing, feeling like «Am I about to get this?»

In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence

That comes down on you from the heavens like

«Yeah, you 'bout to get it»

Just hope that you don’t stick your dick in the dud

Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress

Or a chick the same type as your mistress, or a chick that’s just gon' draw

your name with a stick in the mud

Rather intended or unintended

It all comes with the territory, no pun intended

I fell out with all of my friends like «Is it me or is it them?»

Angry like, «Shit, everybody can’t be wrong

But a lot of these niggas just can’t be right»

Therefore, I’ll say it’s their fault (Say dat then)

I fucking plan to, too many hoes out here niggas done ran through

I’d rather roll through the valley and lay low

I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love

And back with my spouse more than Halle and J. Lo

If she left me, my inner self would shatter

I could leave her, cause I’m a selfish addict

The problem is, I just don’t want nobody else to have her

If we split, I consider my health a hazard

Or else living in wealth and lavish

And as far as these niggas who want to kill me

You never get a chance, you a criminal

Chill with your subliminal Twitter rants

You bigger than that, you just ain’t bigger than me

You are literally killing me figuratively

I’m busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me

If any one of you niggas jump on me

Nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me

And that’s off rip, bruh, your contract killers can sign off richer

That little beef y’all talking is small things to a giant

Like Goliath been drinking that Anaconda Malt Liquor

Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas (House Gang!)

And if that day should come that we should ever part ways

It’ll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella

I heard them words and they stung my ears rung

Was told that cancer finally made it to his lungs

Some of y’all are blessed enough that y’all have no idea

The fuck I’m talking 'bout, 'cause y’all got no experience

So in case you hear this verse and thinkin' there’s the slightest chance that

he’ll survive

His cancer’s on level four, and there’s not a five

Saw my mother lose her mother, now my dad is losing his

All from miles apart, wildest part is that’s not the wildest part

What’s outlandish is I too would wanna vanish

Alcoholic uncle robbin' him blind and taking advantage

My aunt’s supposed to be holding him down, but she’s sure to gain (why?)

Behind his back she took out another insurance claim

(Say dat then) Well, indeed I will

They making all these alterations to his will

He can’t even play his poker games in peace, y’all gotta chill

Like I can’t decide if he’s dying or y’all rather have him killed

I know a nigga last breath shouldn’t be this way

And if they was I would panic too, tell me what’s a man to do

Playing devil’s advocate, none of it’s understandable

I walk in the house and feel that energy as if it’s tangible

While e’ry rapper got a cuban on

Looking like Marks I’m just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban on

My Lyor Rick Rubin on, my Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on

Could out rap any movement goin'

Gun on the couch shit, wrong one to be running your mouth wit'

Bars, no VH1, it’s Mouse shit

If a nigga don’t spit crack, go back and stock up

No harm, sometimes you got to stir it till it rock up

Been broke and been rich, been high, sober

Fucked almost e’ry model twice over like I was living my life over

These niggas ain’t gotta like me, but after a decade in

They all respect me, shit, they don’t even directly indirect me

It’s cool though, back to business, stacking these riches

Means caskets in ditches with my Trues on living sacrilegious

It’s Joe looking like money, all the pretty hoes can’t help but look

Life hand me lemons, better be what Jordan Belfort took

Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here

The schoolboy’s with Kendrick, we dropouts over here

Uh, no offense 'cause them my niggas

And that list is short, you get the gist, I’m sure

Joey