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[Rapper Big Pooh:] It's Rapper, hah, listen I mean who the fuck is you to wanna criticise me? I never back down, I never cop pleas Staring at a stack of these carbon copies Niggas emulate, got me really unease Rappers nowadays say this game is a breeze Till you not selling records, treat you like you was disease Straight niggas hugging on the nuts, holding your peas The mind of these wannabe women acting B's Nappy-headed he's, sluts for the gloss Not that white star hypnotized by The Source Trapped in this forest, yes the wolves begun Picking out weapons of choice, I'm not choosing a gun Wouldn't choose to run 'less they said it for a seat But then you in the system and they mission complete So I choose to speak bout what I know only They say I'm too real, they don't wanna know homie Master on the pole say he got something for me Middle finger up, tell that muh'fucker blow me You wanna be on the radio then "dumb it down" You want ya videos played then "dumb it down" You want another label deal better "dumb it down" You ever want to sell a mill' better "dumb it down" You wanna be on the radio then "dumb it down" You want ya videos played then "dumb it down" You want another label deal better "dumb it down" You ever want to sell a mill' better "dumb it down" From Letras Mania