Money For Nuthin

[Intro] (The League Crew!) Yeah! Chris Sholar, whatup? O.C! Been a long time coming! Here now, I ain't going nowhere! Ya'll could fuck off, I'm staying right the fuck here I ain't moving a God damn foot Ya'll gonna have to move the Earth under me, man C. Write! [1st verse] What I gotta do to put the city on the map? Feature Fifty on the track with Diddy in the back? Fuck that, I ain't doing any of that crap I'mma get me a fifty sack and shoot a video with titties in the back Most unknown with a fold up phone And a couple celebrities in it, so what though? They ain't throwing us dough So the muthafucking middle fingers going up slow for the OH-1-O Whoa, slooowwww, down. let em catch up Once they get a little close I'mma speed it back up Hate, but I told ya, got the weight of my state on my shoulders So when it's over I'm gonna need a back rub Cleveland (what up?) Columbus (what up?) Matter fact, the whole O, we run and shut up And we wanna come up But the powers that be been trying to hold us down for 300 summers [Hook x2] This is the way we do it, we do it till haters lose it Get money for nuthin (money for nuthin) Just laying music, yeah Ain't it stupid the way that we make our loot If you woulda been late in school you coulda made it too Ya hate it do ya? [Verse 2] All my, fans wanna know, how the fuck is he not signed? When he's stuck, at the Top 5, cuz they want me to not shine And they don't wanna really gimme the credit that I deserve They wanna send me back to the Earth, I'mma giant merge They wanna carry me inside a church And bury me alive inside a cemetary under piles of dirt Mispell my name on the block Stead of 'Ris, he put a K on the count, place all my props But that ain't going on Pac, cuz the day I'mma stop Is the day that Kanye can drop Jay from the Roc Rock, rock star with a blonde babe on stage Enemies think, the women they bring are safe To the backstage, swallowing a tall Rock Star like they chuggin on an energy drink [Hook] [Verse 3] Fuck it, I'mma quit.... PSYCHE But ya'll would love it if I did cuz ya'll ain't fucking with the kid No obstacle possible to stop Cop from doing what I got to do I'm too hot to cool, plus you can't stop the dude Skinny as a rail but I'm still Big Poppa Smooth Huhhhh? Now who the FOCK are you? I'm Doctor Doom, bitch you Dr. Seuss You rhyming A-B-C I'm rhyming D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Bet him with a G, he ain't fuckin with the rhythm of the C If he did I gave him a ribbon and a G It's a money back gurantee, all you funny rap parakeets If you wanna rap, there's a seat I'mma teach you muthafuckas how the double wrap barrels speed Where's the beef? [Hook]