Shaydee (Live)

Hard times build character, or so I'm told
They teach you lessons
Worth your weight in gold
And I've been shown things happen for a reason
I know your kind
You want one thing, the gusto
Keep it in mind
What's up chief?
You is a shifty thief with shady eyes
Play the role like a tough guy

You need a grammy
It's whack
Smile to my face
Talk behind my back
In fact, when I'm around you be riding my sac. Your shit is played out
Try and use me to get your name out
So you can stay out (cash in the fame no doubt)
I ain't stupid
I know what you is about son
Gettin' that clout done

So you can attract a bigger crowd dunn
Yeah ... you is a foul, one always preaching "Keepin' it real", when you
Is a fake bitch handing out raw deals
Your shit is too sloppy to have appeal
Your style is too cliche for masses to feel

You is a shady jealous bitch
Try and play me to get rich
Fit in my niche, taking part of my chips
Yo that's my shit
Stop trying to steal my show
E-TOWN

This goes out to my peeps up in the crowd
This goes out to my niggas gettin' wild
This goes out to the kids that is representin'. This goes out to tough guys teaching lessons
This goes out to those that are true
This goes out to you