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(feat. Nox) [Scott Storch:] What you thought, I was just gonna sit back and let shit ride? Timothy... shit ain't sweet, you can't talk shit about a boss Keep my name out ya mouth Scott Storch... pussy I'm the piano man (yes), the piano man Few hun'ed million and I'm headed for a billion You's a steroid man, so pathetic man I coulda played you but I tried to be the better man Ya boy Danja gotta hate you with a passion, man He makes the hits while you takin' all the credit, damn (damn) I know the feelin' I'm witcha Won't you tell 'em how I made that shit "Cry Me A River"? But you try to lose weight, try to gain some respect Still ain't lose that pack of franks out the back of ya neck (haha!) What's funny, my dude, is I just signed Maganoo For ten bucks and he told me he was mad at you I ain't no pussy, dawg, I'm gettin' at you Why you bitchin'? Who beatjacked who? Jimmy fronted you Nelly to get his money back Cuz everything you sign to Beat Club is fuckin' wack [Chorus: Nox] Letras de cancionesYou ain't gangsta, don't push me You ain't got a pass in the hood to talk shit like that You ain't a killa, you's a producer Better keep his name out ya mouth You ain't built like dat (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) You ain't built like dat (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) You ain't built like dat [Nox:] I'm about a minute and a half from hurtin' ya whole staff By the way, I heard you like to get it up ya ass And I know who doin' the fuckin', but I ain't sayin' nothin' What goes around can't come back around when I'm bussin' Five hun'ed a track, where ya Bugatti at? Homie you ain't built like dat, so lean back And Danjahandz made 'em for you, I give him dat But I gotta give you this, for talkin' like a bitch My nigga had Grammys before y'all settle with that whip Couple days later he got rid of that piece of shit I give a fuck if you rich, to me you still a fag Them popcorn beats ain't street, they in drag Come see me in north Philly, I make that ass strip Now you can sample drum rolls from my banana clip (brrraa!) I had that ass runnin', screamin' "I'm so gold" Cuz NOX done made ya icebox hot as a stove [Chorus: Nox] You ain't gangsta, don't push me You ain't got a pass in the hood to talk shit like that You ain't a killa, you's a producer Better keep his name out ya mouth You ain't built like dat (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) You ain't built like dat (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) (Keep my name out ya mouth) You ain't built like dat [Nox:] Holla at 'em [Scott Storch:] Know you goin' for that bullshit in them interviews talkin' shit about me [Nox:] Fake ass, don't apologize, nigga [Scott Storch:] You can't even fuckin' make ya damn label work Shit ain't sell ever for you (damn) Them motherfuckers give you an artist You ain't Dr. Dre, you don't know how to pick talent (no) Or know how to sell records, or even make your own fuckin' beat And you can't rap Fuck outta here And try to perpetuate this little bullshit And give you any more attention than you deserve [Nox:] We know that ain't you on that motherfuckin' icebox record, nigga (haha) Fake ass motherfuckers From Letras Mania