I dont wanna be like this

I don' really wanna hurt-no-feelings

But I'm only being real when I say

Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)

Old men have heart attacks

And i don' wanna be responsible for that, so

Put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignity



(verse 1)



I would never claim to be no

Ray Benzino

An 83 year old, fake Pacino

So how can he hold me over some balcony

Without throwing his lower back out

As soon as he goes to lift me (*grunts*)

Please don't, you'll probably fall with me

And our asses'll both be history (AHH!!!)

But then again you finaly get your wish

Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 cent (Hahahahaha!)

Fucking punk, pussy, fuck you chump!

Give me a one-on-one see if I don't fuck you up!

Try to chump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up

And you put Jada on a track,

That's how much you suck dick in the industry

Swear that you in the streets hustling

You sit behind a fucking desk at the Source butt kissing

And begging muthafuckas for guest appearences

And you can't even get the clearances

Cause real lyricists dont even respect you or take you serious

It's not that we dont like you... we hate you period!

Talk about a midlife crisis, damn

Last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand

Now he's a busta? What the fuck's with that?!

Get on a track dissing us, kissing 50's ass

And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me!

Bitch, I got 2 cases and probation, Fight me!

What do I know about standing in front of a judge, like a man

Ready to take whatever sentence hands

What you know about your wife slicing her wrists

Right in front of you the only thing you have in thi