Yo, check it out
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace
Yo what up kid?
From the what, what, what team is that you play for again?

The Bullets man, yea right, right
So tell me Rasheed, you know what I'm sayin'
This hip hop thang an everythang goin' on
Tell me, I mean, what, what, what's yo flavor?

Yo, check it out kid, I only like real hip hop man, the real ****
You know what I'm sayin', Redman, Wu Tang
You know what I'm sayin', I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's
And I especially don't fool wit them E-40's

***** what the ***k they good fo? ***** let's shoot fins
You got all the bread *****, put up yo Benz
Nah nah, can't do that, why not? Ol' skool trophy
Somethin' I done worked too hard fo ***** quote me

Yo swole bank rolls done turned to li'l ol anarxins
Get ready to pay the price
[Incomprehensible] pee wee no catchin'
Who got change fo this brand new hundred?

Straight outta welfare when I break you *****s
I'm a have enough money to buy a bare fare
Spend about a half a hundred thousand, boost up my coins
Preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins

This game is so damn hemrigin that I be deliverin'
These *****s don't understand my **** but they surrendurin'
Simmerin', rememberin' things that done jumped off
Lyrics spit on *****s than a, a bad cough

Messy hoes got my name between they teeth
Just because I'm from the west not the east
Graduated from the dope game, phat *** wallets
What's that ***** name? Rasheed Wallace

You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp bait ***** ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own or ya own gon remind you, *****
The Click will biatch

Record Hatin' *****es, suave game and snitches
Learn about it *****, we should cease you from existance
That's right, *****s like that shouldn't be livin', mutha ***ka

Ya Record Hatin' *****es, trademark
There's no way you could get wit this, stick to basketball *****
We should cease you from existance
*****s like that shouldn't be livin', biatch

Got another mutha***ka on my **** list
I'm a cut off his **** list, I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list, dude that be hangin' around Nas
You know, gay baby ***** said some negative **** about me up

In a magazine called 'After watchin' New York Undercover'
While I was, takin' a **** Kool Keith
Was on the front cover that's when I
That's when I spotted him

That ***** AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
***** I was sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was runnin' round drinkin' Simalac
All up in yo fake *** videos

Champagne an coffin full of skrill
***** know damn well yo punk *** ain't got had no mills
I'm payin' full ***** an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool ***** seem like someone shoulda been an told ya

That bring the yellow tape *****, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk that talk if a ***** ain't gon' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch, I gives a ***k, biatch

It's major pain, ***** don't know a damn thang about me
You mutha ***kas don't know nuttin 'bout no E-40 hoe
Monkey mouthed biatch, biatch

Record Hatin' *****es, suave game and snitches
Learn about it *****, we should cease you from existance
That's right, *****s like that shouldn't be livin'
Shouldn't be livin'

Ya Record Hatin' *****es, Record Hatin' *****es
There's no way you could get wit this
Uh, we should cease you from existance
V-Town *****, *****s like that shouldn't be livin', e'ry time

When I first started off *****s had me ***ked, mutha***kas was blind
In '89 that ol' 'Mr. Flamboyant' **** was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine

It was me an my potna from Suave House Records, Tony D****r
E-40, an The Click, 8-Ball an MJG gettin' that independent paper
All about my ruh uh rap, uh should I shine
Beat a mutha***ka uh duh down, e'ry time

40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
That's what I was taught to do by my big homie thou
You can always be a ***** but a ***** ain't rich
'Til he can't count his money no mo'

Over night sensation, never me
All you 'Record Haters' got Ph.IV
My *****s 3X Krazy laced me taught me how to say 'Fa sheezy'
Told me that them AZ mutha***kas don't believe phat means greasy

We can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace *****

Record Hatin' *****es, Record hatin' *****es
Suave game and snitches, suave game and snitches
We should cease you from existance, that's rich
*****s like that shouldn't be livin', suck else

Ya Record Hatin' *****es, lil ol, biatch
There's no way you could get wit this, that's right
We should cease you from existance, learn about it
*****s like that shouldn't be livin', that's right