Kizz My Black Azz

[Verse 1] You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin The poor broke muthafuckas think I owe em something But I don't owe them shit but a what's up for a hello And ask for a job, the answer is, hell no Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me But some of them are cool, and they know who they are The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car But the others talk shit behind my back The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap Wait to make a record like it happens overnight But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack But Ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back And kiss my black ass [Hook] Kizz My Black Azz (x4) [Verse 2] I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage Save the shit for parades And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown And draw yourself a permanent frown Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints Because it wouldn't make sense Rappers doin this should retire Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band It's like a man tryin to fuck a man It defeats the whole purpose It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface A big circus, all that's missin is a tent Because the shit ain't worth five cents So a nigga like Ren'll take a stand To say a real rap artist don't need a band All you need on the stage is meat and bones Save the band shit for Quincy Jones And no more singin on the breaks, please The shit is spreadin fast like disease And for them I'll be a cure, pure You know that I know I'm sure So I'mma trap on my lure Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap Give him a real nigga slap Kiss my black ass [Hook] [Verse 3] Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust Barely standin the light of the lime Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes But they always on my dick when they see me I think beneath that point, they wanna be me I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos Standin around like hoes But them other niggas gotta do it for pub Because nobody recognize them in the club And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare Quit swinging on my dick hairs And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin And I don't need a crew Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew How does it feel ot be number two? Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph And move people out his path And that's the reason I'mma diss you Stuff your mouth with tissue And kiss my black ass [Hook]