Wack Niggaz Pt. 2-Ye (侃爷)

(feat. Talib Kweli, Common, Consequence) [Somebody Talking] Yeah Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why This ni**a...why we dedicated this song to this kind of ni**a Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherf**kin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy Straight up, then the b*h you got playin' shotgun Like, I used to serve that b**ch, c'mon Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie You wack as ni**a.. [Common] Wack niggas...I don't even like to be around 'em Give 'em dap or pound 'em See 'em out they houndin' dawg Singin' they got tracks for me to get down on Singin' they hot when that sh*t don't even sound warm Ni**a I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses The Cassius Clay of rap today Rock a beard like Castaway You couldn't be d**e for even half a day We keep it hot like its after May Smoke a ni**a then I pass to K [Kanye West] The pastor say we goin' to mass today We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh I have to say, since Pac passed away Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get yo tall a** out that C Class coupe Y'see the whiskAY had them girls feelin' friskAY You was wit mAY (me) she said "Who's the sissAY?" And even if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the w**d up You would roll three blunts and f**k up three blunts Motherf**ka you a f**k up of free lunch, dawg Just keep it right thurr like ChingAY Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gAY Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle" And everbody wanna run to me for they singlAY (single) It's funny how these wack niggas need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself Dawg, if I was you I'd k**l myself [HOOK - Kanye West (Singing Voice)] (Wack ni**a) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a (Wack ni**a) I'd k**l myself if I was that (Wack ni**a) Everything you wear and rock, is just (Wack ni**a) Even if you flossin' rocks you still (Wack ni**a) You can't do it dawg you's a (Wack ni**a) Bitin' a**, b*h a**, trick a** (Wack ni**a) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a - " (Wack ni**a - You wack ni**a!) [Consequence] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you That's how you know ya flow is weak Cuz you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry You're the place you're supposed to be You ain't ain't comin' close to me It ain't that you underrated It's more thatn you're under dated And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated For all your guest appearances You couldn't get the clearances For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill But you never shot nothin', never have, never will Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems [Talib Kweli] In the beginnin', God created man in his own image I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish Kweli handle his business niggas don't forget it Cuz a wiseman can shoose to get ignorant with it Na'mean - you all can get it I'm conisdered the nicest The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis All day talkin' that sh*t like you hold a gat, right? The trip you on must be short cuz you pack light - act right You got it twisted tellin' niggas that you pack heat You ain't gunning now you runnin' like an athlete You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive Start speakin' New ?Wopian? and followin' Malachi Oh, anything would rhyme, you need to sell *** for real Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail All these thug niggas wanna rap And all these rap niggas wanna thug And all ya'll f**kin' the game up It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up Askin' if I'm nice like f**kin' with a chick Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of I'ma bout to meet my quota you about to meet ya Saviour You wack ni**a, you about to get shot F**k with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got Not that I'm wylin' or even promote violence It's just you're f**kin' up my high, can a ni**a smoke in silence?! [HOOK]