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The Sauce

The Sauce

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It's all bad now, man, it's all bad It's all fucked up now Yeah. Ha-ha. New shit. Hey yo. I just want the whole world to know that I did not start this, but I will finish it Coming up It never mattered what color you was If you could spit then you could spit, That's it, that's what it was back When motherfuckers was straight back-packing Cyphering, fighting for life in this rap For the mic to get passed And you psyched and you gassed And you hype 'cause you last And you might whoop some ass If you lost then you lost Shake hands like a man And you swallowed it, When the Unsigned Hype column In The Source was like Our only source of light When the mics used to mean something, A four was like you were the shit, Now it's like the least you get Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino. Shit, I don't even think you realize You're playing with motherfuckers' lives, I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic, Probably 'cause I was on it Now you fucked me outta my mics twice I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fucking breath to get a five Shit I was right, I'd've fucking died already trying I swear to God I never lie I bet that's why You let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit we knew You'd probably try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too Fuck a relationship. We're through No more Source with street cred, Them days is dead Ray's got AKs to Dave Mays's head Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this fucking waste of lead On my pencil, For me to write some shit this simple So listen closely, As I break it down and proceed This old G's 'bout to get smoked like rolled weed You don't know me or my motherfucking mother, you motherfucking punk Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag I ain't mad I feel bad, Here's an ad, Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about? Yeah Let's talk about how you're putting your own son out there To try to eat off him 'cause you missed your boat You're never gonna blow, bitch You're just too old No wonder you're sore now Lordy you're bored now I'm pushing thirty You're kicking forty's door down Bitch, this is war now, And you'll never beat me All you do is cheat me Out of Quotables But you know that you'll always see me On your TV 'Cause you gotta stay up 'til three in the morning To see your video played once on BET So hee-hee-hee who has the last laugh? Aftermath yeah so on behalf of our whole staff Kiss our ass-hole cracks We'll never fold or hold back Just know that Benzino's wack No matter how many times I say his name, He'll never blow jack You're better off trying to bring R-S-O back Look at your track record that's how far it goes back It's extortion, And Ray owns a portion So half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail from Boston Bullying and bossing, Dave like a slave They've completely brainwashed him And forced him to stay locked in his own office Afraid of the softest fakest wanna-be gangster in New York And it's pitiful, 'Cause I would have never said shit If you'd have kept your mouth shut Bitch, now what? Hit it, Clue. Spit it, Slay. New shit, exclusive, Yo Lantern, yo Whoo Kid You know what to do with this: use it I'm through, this is stupid, I can't believe I stooped to this Bullshit to do this... And who you're calling a bitch, bitch? You owe me.

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