Im with-holding my anger
Though id like to be the strangler
Of this punk ass little p*ssy's punie neck
Its my right to insist
That he acknowledge my existence
But he just displays complete lack of respect
Thats when he says to himself as he
Uses his magazines to trash me
As he sits with both his feet up at his desk
Smokes a bag of his weed
And starts imagining things
And he just cant see that hes manically depressed
And in his jealousy and envy
It just whirls him in a frenzy
As he turns on MTV and sees my face
And he dont exist in his world
So he just twists and he twirls
Spirals and spins till he hurls himself into rage
And its destroying him slowly
Cuz he does not even know me
Even though he sees me everywhere he goes
So he just tortures himself
He has no fortune and wealth
So he extorts someone else to get his dough
And now hes acting like a bully
So he tries to push and pull me
But he knows that he cant fool me so hes mad
He has no choice but to scream
And raise his voice up at me
Cuz it annoys him to see that i aint scared
Now im not tryin to make no more enemies
No more unfortunately
Theres so many other mutha->-bleeped-<-as that just are
They just keep houndin at me
Now that im down wit 50
Suddenly now i got beef with this f*ggot Ja
But his *ss is such a puppet
Irv could shove his whole hand up it
And just make him say what he wants him to say
But Suge has Irv on a string
And Irv's so nervous that he
Says anything to this man to keep him at bay
So now Ja thinks that hes so tough
And Murder INC's the big bad wolf
And they go huff and puff
And blow our label down
But our buildings made out of bricks
So you aint takin out sh*t
And dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown
So now you try to pull the race card
And it backfires in your face hard
Cuz you know we dont play that black and white sh*t
Plus that stylist that you ->-bleeped-<-ed
When you was extacy'd up
Was just a man who's dressed up
As a white b*tch
