There's not much you could do or say to phase me 
People think I'm a little bit crazy 
I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll 
Have to step in every once in a while to save me 
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things 
Sometimes I forget what other people just may think 
A lot of rappers finally wouldn't know how to take me 
If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me 
I maybe a little too fast paced and racy 
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times 
cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing 
And I could give a f*** what category you place me 
Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone 
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats 
When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z 
For every single die hard fan who embraced me 
I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me 
And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me 
Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me 
In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me 
It only made me what I am today, see 
Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me 
You ain't gonna make or break me 
Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G 
You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening 
Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me 
And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me 
You had all this time to think about it 
Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 
Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day 
That we finally meet in the same place to see 

[Chorus x2] [Nate Dogg] 
No matter how many battles I been in and won 
No matter how many magazines on my nuts 
No matter how many mcs I end up 
Ooh ooh, it's never enough 

[50 Cent] 
My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it 
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics 
You go say the wrong shit and get your face split 
The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it 
The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit 
Graze it, your peace talk, save it 
You shit sounds dated, you're overrated 
I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherf***ers 
If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse 
Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? 
I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it 
To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic 
My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it 
Chew it or pop it, roll a bag of the chocolate 
Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it 
When it's hot, it's hot 
Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it 

[Chorus x2]
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