Rappers Wanna Sing

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] If you'se a bitch nigga, y'all not gonna feel this Only real niggas fuck with the realness Cali done changed so much I can tell you gettin' senile cause you loosin' your touch You can't keep it gangster wearin' (muuuuhahahah!) What you shootin' at? Rattle snakes and cougars? Did you like how I said cougars? Cause that's that boushe shit You'se a movie flick Click So I'm turnin' you off Silence switch the station No switchin' conversation I kill niggas on tracks like Final Destination Part 3 Don't start me My kill is so deep they shoot them shit's in R.V.'s I'm jackin' yo shit Hand me the car keys West coast is mine, move over sorry I thought you was a (muuuuhahaha!) but you're a sharpie [Hook] Rappers wanna sing Singers wanna rap I guess the world's about to end when shit get's that wack (It's all over!) Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back (Stop the madness!) Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack Nigga stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps (No more food!) Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap You know it's your body guards kid at bat (Bitch nigga) [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] See, fake niggas hate the truth So you know they really hate it when I step in the booth I'm a one man army Bishop Hannibal Kahn Ridin' on elephant back with a couple firearms Keep a shank in my sweatpants Give a nigga a tracheotomy, give me a wrong glance Per chance You ain't heard I'm a real ass nigga, I don't mince my words Disrespect me, you gon' get what you deserve Trespass, will have your ass bite down on the curb You don't know what happens next? I suggest you go and rent American History X Yeah I'm smashin' rappers heads in Mad about it? Blame Dre, he let me in If it's beef, Farrakhan can't save you Better go get Rev. Run to pray for you [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Let me apologize New York (I'm sorry) These fake gangster niggas livin' in a time warp (It ain't '86) We ain't just khaki's and Dickies Gangster's got baps Gangster's rock silk Timberlands, dress shoes and fools still get killed I know they look like the man in they video But real life can't come back to their city yo Ain't it pitiful? Um, um, um But nope, not me I be where I wanna be, see what I wanna see That ain't an entourage nigga, that's my family Blood relatives, not just close friends If not I'm dolo Dippin' up the 1-10 You a Ain't-No-More Fuck a has been Cut the killer talk nigga, let's scrap then Boom ping ping You know what'll happen [Hook] [Outro] Ha ha ha. That's right nigga. You gotta let niggas know man Niggas doin' a lot of wack shit out there right now, that shit ain't cool Step your motherfuckin' bars up nigga Singers be singers, rappers be rappers nigga Cut that cross dressin' out