Okay since you paid for the meal

I'm gonna throw in my tip
But normally  I wouldn't do this
Never mind what your normally do
Someone shoulda warned you
But then again  my style too sick to predict
Kinda like that Emergency Broadcast shit
Before the earthquake hit
But this is a test to see
How long you'll shut the f**k up and listen
To the statement of my mission you sit qiute
Now that I got your attention
There's no-thing I think I would never say
From one of the dopest crews out the Bay
So what's that I heard you say
Fool when I call your name you'll know it
Always been a man before a poet
So I never been in the habit of backstabbin

Only got 3 problems  beadies alcohol and mic grabbing
So if I smile in your face
Know that if I wanted it I would take your place
Once again the G the way the only way I know how
Only got one question after I rock your set
Who the f**k wanna flow now

No matter how you try you ain't f**king with me
By just breathin air I diss sucker MC's
And no matter how you try you ain't f**king with us
Cause if you about fresh shit then you stuck with us
No matter how you try you ain't f**king with me
By just breathin air I diss sucker MC's
And no matter what you make you ain't f**king with us
Cause when you eliminate the fake then you stuck with us
Oh you heard you could rap  but from what I hear
You would get served and slapped by any one of my crew members
Do you remember who wrote the book
On this underground way of living
We do more than you do with a whole day after midnight
Deliver dope shit for the love like midwifes

Doin what the f**k
I want now to avoid that crisis at mid-life
Mid-City life creates a doper MC;
When you record's in the crate
Next to my shit  you still ain't coming close to me
Better than you'll ever hope to be  shoppin you demo at 33
Instead of bein the man you supposed to be
Musta lost you mind trying to find that easy money
And the college MC's Oh these niggas funny
When you was studying for you SAT
I was out bein a fresh MC
So why you tryin to run up on me
Don't you know my crew smack toys
What the f**k it look like me a hip-hop scholar
Up against a frat boy

No matter how you try you ain't f**king with me
By just breathin air I diss sucker MC's
And no matter how you try you ain't f**king with us
Cause if you about fresh shit  then you stuck with us
No matter how you try you ain't f**kign with me
By just breathing air I diss sucker MC's
And no matter what you make  you ain't f**king with us
Cause when you eliminate the fake  then you stuck with us
Being the creator of a style all mine
I stall online rappers out

It's not they fault
They don't know what the culture's all about
This don't go out to everybody in the chatroom

Just those who assume that hip-hop is an indoor sport
Got them new chains but scared to walk on the court bitch
While you were goin over hip-hop's new  line of clothes
I was combinin flows to clothesline hoes from across the ring
Like Dr  Death Steve Williams I'm telling you  I kill them
And if my style is too raw to be felt
Then f**k it that's just the hand that I'm dealt
And I'mma deal with it  I said throw down with me boy
And on my tombstone engrave a microphone
Cause that's what I live by
Give my a hundred and ten percent
F**k a lockerroom speech
More than half the time  I'm already been amped
Ready to go out and face the temp
Stare him right in his eyes
As he prepares to get murderlyzed
When I take the title don't look surprised
That nigga Murs on wax immortalized

BITCH  you ain't f**king with me