Don't Nobody Care About Us

Yo, for all the niggas in the D [Hook] Don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us Til we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us I bet you wouldn't see a million MC's if it was all about skills Puffing on blunts sucker sporting Tommy Hill Figured that that stuff would be so fat Like the rhymes I bust, and you didn't hear me cuss Not yet, but it's about to get live in this bitch You ho niggas done blew my high, now I'm in your shit Making hits while you other suckers be riding the dick Bringing drama to your clique, like Susan Lucci Your style played out like MC Brains and Oochie Coochie That shit died out, you couldn't keep up with the times You got to move over, these real niggas 'bout to shine Like my diamonds on your punk ass in the sun I bust flows to keep you hoes on the run Detroit, Phat Kat, straight from the Midwest, never fess Shit stay fresh like money blessed No second guessing, the wrong nigga to be testing Fuck around Swanson'll be your place to rest in [Hook x3] I'm that guy who made you suckers wanna rap I'm that nigga who put Detroit on the map Been on hiatus, come back and get props like the greatest Rocking the latest, that's why you phoney niggas hate us Hearing you hoes got my right hand itching I've been ripping flows way before the days of the Rhythm Kitchen Phat Kat, born and raised in this bitch Niggas claiming my city don't even stay in this bitch All in they raps, busting caps, selling dope You and five of your crew, y'all still couldn't ante off of C-notes Broke niggas kill me while real niggas feel me You saw me sticking your ho you still couldn't peel me [Hook x5] Ayo I see we got a Up to me we got too many niggas faking Lying on their digs and all the moves that they making Chance they taking, trying to roam through my zones From Twist City, the place where Phat Kat calls home Where niggas talk twenty four hours on Bernie Mac phones Catch me at a show, a spot's guaranteed to get blown Know niggas with hearts so cold they froze like snow cones in the winter You's a beginner, trying to test this vet (nigga) So when you see me on the streets talk to me quick Because you never know what the fuck you might get So dig it, sugar sugar and um, sort of soft If you didn't get off it ain't my fault Remember that, Phat Kat coming with nothing but the vintage 1st Down tear a line out your crew, let's have a scrimmage While you portraying images you seen on TV That shit is gay I told you niggas that Detroit don't play [Hook x4] (Been in this game for years, it made me a animal)