Another day another busta hating on my style. Bet he never married a fly ass mammy with bank. Since when did peeps start paying other peeps to use dey music? Sh******t. If I had do dat with every song on my album Brit would ground my ass. Word is bond. Next thing some biatch is gonna say I have to pay for borrowing dey beats or rhymes or voices or talent. Hell no. K-Fed ain’t cuttin’ his chedda for nobody. Been hearing other hating bout how I have no label or lawyer or management. I don’t need nobody representin’ me. I do the representin’! I represent hip-hop. I represent realness. I represent stuntaz worldwide. Be sure to check out my bomb-ass debut Playing With Fire when it drops...and kids don’t be playing with fire at home unless yo parents is around. Word to your mother and father or stepparent or guardian aiight.
I be needing allies in the game and these players be tight like Gandalf the White. Skills be mad sweet like the honey dat comes in the plastic honey bear. Peace
Sunday, April 9, 2006
