Say man, niggaz say no limit ain't hip hop.   Man these old fake ass niggaz don't even know what hip hop is.   Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is?    I'm 'bout to show a nigga what hip hop is. nigga gimme a motherfuckin' beat   Or something nigga. motherfuckin' clap or something.      Mac:   So uh, who's ya favorite rapper   Do he really got skills   Is he real   Can he flow like this nigga who murda kills   Is he a fool   Or you like him 'cause his single was cool   His video got bitches in bikinis hoppin' out the pool   Is he complete   Do he got tight lyrics and tight beats   Do he write his own rhymes   Do they sound like mines   Is he one of these niggaz who's on   Or is he just some other niggaz clone with no fuckin' style of his own   You probably like thugs   You probably like to fight in the clubs   You probably like him ''cause he talk about murder and drugs   He's such a thug   What if a nigga told you he lyin'   Would he still be yo' #1 or would you change yo' mind   Did you listen to his lp or just one of his songs   Is he type that just go on and on about being the don   Or what he drive, where he live at   Tell him you don't wanna hear that   You around and get jacked fuckin' wit mac!      Mac:   So who he sound like   Mystikal, makaveli, or bone   Wu tang, nas, or jay z   Man, niggaz are crazy   Niggaz will steal yo' style and fuck around be dissin' you   Knowing you the main nigga they be listenin' to   So what you like his voice   What he make you moist   I mean what   Did he sign ya autograph when you met him   Did he look at you strange and call his bodyguard like you was tryin' to   Sweat him   Did he try to fuck? did you let him?    Did he tell you he was diggin' you   And after he fucked you he got rid of you   Promised you he would send for you   Let him penetrate ya   Then you find out he ain't really got no paper   Now ya saying he raped ya   I know the game is tight, it's alright, it's so terrific   What I write is so profilic when it's to a beat that I can live with