i thought about this goin on ice cubes gangsta rap made me do it.
can someone tell me what the fuck has happened/
rappers so real but all'em fuckin suck at rappin/
always bout coke deals n everywhere they duffle baggin/
but they aint sayin nothin so we gotta muzzle mask'em/
people useda hustle to get some food pay/
now they tryna be fly as birds wearin blue j's/
no one even cares no more when they drop a new tape/
tryna get the cream but diss me for likin wu tang/
everythings virtually the same there aint no difference/
the more i hear this bullshit i start to get so sickened/
i no im not tossin dollas at the club for the hos strippin/
almost on the verge of quittin man im so tempted/
motherfuckers cant pick a title so they take another hustlers name/
make hey n day rhyme think they deserve nothin but the fame/
but it really goes without sayin but i think that it is such a shame/
we shold never let these motherfuckers touch the game/
i completely blanked out for the 5th n 6th bars...so i made sumthin else up.