Lyrics

Yo get from round me if you about BS complaining, stressing bout problems that
You never address. Stressed bout things not going your way but, you do the same old BS
everyday. everytime I hear your mouth it?s nothing but hate, mis-er-y loves com-pany &
You?re the room mate, Everything somebody did, you did it before, then exaggerate and say you did it better or more, anything somebody buys or has in their clutch, You say you got the same thing and paid half as much or got a better quality or name brand, say any kind of BS to have the upper hand, not to mention the attention getting things you do to stand out in the crowd when you roll with your crew. You used to be that & this with big money but, used-2-bees don?t make honey!

Yo it?s BS when we boast bout I?m the first black to ever do this and to ever do that, neeegro please? aint no way you the first one, Solomon said there?s nothing new under the sun, It?s BS when arrogant whites think nothings validated, unless they feel it-reveal it-and say it. Come on this BS is messing up my Tim boots, It?s thick and it?s deep I?m gonna need a wet suit. Since I opened my eyes-I got wise and realized what I really despise (Is what?) niggers and flies, and when I say niggers it?s spelled with ?ers?, not your nigga from round the way. So you BS artist should stop coming round, cause in the ground is where good shi_ is found, so if you don?t wanna be fertilizer, Stay from round here, many cats despise ya!

For no apparent reason cats flip like the season, look you dead in the eyes and tell straight up lies. Don?t let them in your world cause they all corrupt. They take your garden of Eden and stress things up. Kick em to the curve if they don?t behave, march them straight out the gate, send them back to the cave, they divide like fractions, bring negative reactions, they?re not part of the plan. They aint nothing but distractions. They brag bout guns but aint licked a shot. Leave ya out in the cold when the block gets hot. They talk long money, aint nothing but liars. Pockets stay short like old headphone wires. Never admit when they don?t know shi_, keep rambling on, even though they dead wrong, bout this-that ?and the 3rd and yadda-yadda-yadda-blah-blah-blah-Yo- why they even bother?.