featuring Sauce Money
"You're the best there is" (who the fuck else could it be)
"You're the best there is"
[Sauce Money]
Uh don't get it twisted you know I'm just a fly nigga
Don't even wonder why nigga I'm a Bed Stuy nigga
Do or die nigga take a slug for my nigga
If I got to die inside I cry nigga
Sauce spit for the now and laters
Spit for the heavyweighters spit for ballers and playahaters
Spit for muthafuckers who rock gators
Spit for niggas on the come-up playin corners and elevators
Nuttin to lose, so what's to choose
Never discriminate, spit for niggers and Jews
If it's pennies to clock, spit for Guineas and Wops
Spit for hoes that's addicted to Henney and cocks
Spit for threesomes and little dicks who like to watch
Been spittin this way since the days of Koch
Spit for Jaguars, Ranges, eights and drops
Spit for uncles, nephews, moms and pops
Spit this biz for cats who need the brick wit wiz
Mistresses who don't know who dick this is
I spit for clicks who empty they clips for kicks
For mothafuckers on the block screamin "That's that shit!"
Tony Touch, Sauce Motherfuckin just too much
Middle Finger U, ya heard?I feel inadequate
That extra mystery puzzle piece that doesn't fit
That birthday candle that doesn't stay lit
I feel like shit
How can I reinvent myself
to meet the standards
That they have set
I'd like to end this game
I'd press start over
Next time everything
stacked better in my favor
I'm all fed up and starved to death
Carved and sliced to look my best
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm so sick of this
Living up to an image
That doesn't exist
I feel all worn out
Like a Barbie doll with its legs ripped off
And hair torn out
Fuck it, she's just a doll
I'm more like Barbie's friend
The one who didn't get
The pink Corvette, the platinum hair
And perfect breasts
I hate that bitch for what she's done to my head
I'm all fed up and starved to death
Carved and sliced to look my best
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm so sick of this
Living up to an image
That doesn't exist
Don't follow me down this downward spiral
It's like a viral infection
No antibiotic protection
The world will make you feel
Like its collection of lies
It's lies ... it's lies ... it's lies ....
Is real ....
There's nothing wrong with me
There's nothing wrong with you
I'm inadequate
No no no