You labelled me at birth the minute I was born, you labelled me a child another little pawn, you labelled me a kid and sent me off to school, you labelled
shirts Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerbers My first words were bleep bleep and curse curse Never had shit and I still don't deserve dirt My breath
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label, for trying
to get pussy, but I busted off quick Now I get snooched, so I gotta beat my dick Time are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living Eatin dirt and
As soon as they succeed! Michael: they’ll ruin your reputation! They’ll label you a flirt! Jermaine: the way they talk about you They’ll turn your name to dirt
hit the locks Hit a nigga for his stash spot Took the rock nigga was got that was the plot dodge the cops they labeled it another closing shop Open it
you and me Outdone completely, outplayed Just shovel some more dirt on the grave It's all dust on dust, it's all you and me Outdone completely, outplayed Just shovel some more dirt
m like a Jekyl and Hyde, Gemini Look if you see me quiet Then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why I'm labeled a menace but I like it Destroy
never knew none like us before We junking them off in dumpsters Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts Peep this cut Make a nigga wanna do some dirt Putting
The ruler's back, cause it's too many pussies out here making bullshit records and ruining rap I gotta check this whole game; niggas out here listening to these record label
coppers, try'nna make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels
did phase Bone, My deadly thugsta brothers ruggish never did take no losses, Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then [Wish Bone] Been labeled
got a clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label,
motorcycle And get your hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready) [motorcycle engine] [Verse 2 - Petey Pablo] On the hurl and dirt road, them big ass
awoke by shots The inner city I could care less about your pitty I?m phats bossin' ready to die come and get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when
use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin', you'se no threat, who's ya servin'? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label
you heard a rhyme flow with Doom and Kweli To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali Versus Potsy cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label
the hood that the shooter shouldn't We do the casing, you do the bookin' Like the police Speaking of them We the reason they do the lookin' I'm the label
