studio gangsterism is now hittin the stage// polutin young minds in these times and days//rappin bout 9 mm and glocks that they never use// rappin bout times and hardship they never been threw//but all ya'll rappin is doin nothin but makin us sick// reall hip hop lyricis are the ones in the streets makin the hits//breakin there hips, spendin there time wisely cuz all there shit that they spit comes from the heart//but while you be killin motherfuckers// we all know it is juss in the studio// cuz you juss get blow and spitt any shit that you think flows//becommin a carbon copy not spittin what is felt//thru hip hop you can realize the real shit you wrote you can call yourselfs// but why you wanna claim that you a G?// but say what you wanna say juss dont bring that shit to me// in fact, I dont even wanna hear it// cuz the lines you spitin are wacker than your appearence// but dont fear it//cuz sooner than later everyone is gonna put your shit on clearence