Lyric Don t Fight the Intro

Say, hoe...yeah! you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?

Get mad if you want, I won t front
Cause I got a new tape and it s full of bumps
So roll you raps over they all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin straight X-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
That s right, bitch,
$hort said eight of them
Don t belive me?
Start countin while i name them
Don t stop rappin
Girl, that s your life
Talkin about smokin that glass-pipe
Players?was the wickedest
And that s the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
Raw, Uncut & X-Rated? Born to mack?Life Is...Too $hort?is where I first went platinum
$hort Dog s In The House?came next
And $horty The Pimp?makes seven, bitch...

And it don t stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!