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Yea, he's big time, we've got he inviteHe's been tellin us how his skills are so tightHe knows everybody, everybody loves himHe's got diamond gold hangin under his chinI meet up with Hash and check the idol out"Yo man, you heard all the shit he's been talkin about?""Yea, he's doin shows with the pros gotten to findthis hoe is best froze an knows a dro an bro""He knew Tupac an he's worked with Dre""He smokes with Snoop, yea everyday""So you know this dude right?""Yea, we've talked a few timeshe says our music's weak an gotta work on our rhymes""Fuck that Tac, lets jus see him playLet's hit up the show, I hear he's playin today""We better get our tickets cause we cant wait long""He said if we waited, then they'd all be gone"They told us not to rapBut we did it anywaysThey told us we should quitMan, there ain't no fuckin wayThey said that we we're shitWe don't care what they sayThanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are todayLetras de canciones"Yo, we must be early, no ones here yet""An two little kids are workin on the set.A small ass venue, only ten in the crowd"a mom next to me tells me she's so proud"proud of what? why the hell you talkin to me?""My son, Danny, he's the MC!""Dude, Tac, what the fuck is goin on?"Before he can even answer, a song comes onAn out comes "big time" lookin like a wanna-be"Wanna-be thug, I cant believe what I see""An I cant believe we've got fooled by this chump"He talks so big he's about to get fucked upUp on stage, can't even flow to his beatsBraces an glasses an he's rappin about the streetsThis kid's a joke an before he goesHe thanks his mom an friends for commin to his showsThey told us not to rapBut we did it anywaysThey told us we should quitMan, there ain't no fuckin wayThey said that we we're shitWe don't care what they sayThanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are todayShit like this that really gets me madThese fake ass rappers jus sit around an bragI hear their songs an I wonder how they got fansTalk down to my band, you gettin knocked down manThis ain't a joke, see music's my lifeAn your insultin me cause you cant do it rightOn a con mic, no thoughts to your rhymesNo meaning to your songs, no flow in you linesNo kick to your step, no passion on your tracksNo quality to feel, there's so much that you lackAn I'm wondering how you say your music's so goodAn everyones bumpin it from the burbs to the hoodThis ain't a hobby, no it ain't a gameAn if you ain't got skills, don't even speak my nameYou're jus a bunch of punks, embarrassing yourselfAn you bringin down music for everybody elseThey told us not to rapBut we did it anywaysThey told us we should quitMan, there ain't no fuckin wayThey said that we we're shitWe don't care what they sayThanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are todayThey told us not to rapThey told us we should quitThey said that we we're shitThanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today From Letras Mania