Tom: Dm
Em Dm
(Yeah yay) (yeah yeah yay)
C Dm
(Yeah)
Em Dm
(Yeah yay) (yeah yeah yay)
C Dm
(Yeah) yeah
Em Dm
(Yeah yay) yo (yeah yeah yay)
[Verse 1]
C
Damn, I hate it when it rain
Dm
Ever since I came in the game, some hated on the fame
Em
A lot of niggas done changed, and started actin' strange
Dm
Even labels turning they backs, and started backing lames
C
Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
Dm
These motherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Em
Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
Dm
Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
C
It live in the streets, we eat to live, they livin' to eat
Dm
I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
Em
R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
Dm
And when death call I'm good, I got call ID
C
See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
Dm
Like my joints is on Proactive, and they just don't bump
Em
(cmon man) Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill,
Dm
When in fact they all been programmed, And lost they feel, fo' real
[Chorus]
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now)
Em Dm
(They've got so much things to say it)
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now) yeah
Em Dm
(They've got so much) yo (things to say it)
[Verse 2]
C
Damn, another artist chokes again
Dm
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
Em
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
Em
Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
C
I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
Dm
Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
Em
Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass
Dm
'til it's gone Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crab
C
When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
Dm
It's time they learn what hot really is and really is not
Em
Off brand niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
Dm
Don't get smacked on DVD's, trying to show off blocks
C
I can't stop 'cause my enemies plot or 'cause the cops want me
Dm
Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
Em
And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
Dm
They gettin' pimped like hoes, sellin' they ass just to get my spot, (come on man)
[Chorus]
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now)
Em Dm
(They've got so much things to say it)
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now) yeah
Em Dm
(They've got so much) yo (things to say it)
[Verse 3]
C
Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half the skill
Dm
Often so hungry that they have to steal
Em
If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
Dm
Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
C
And that ain't worth the time, so search and find
Dm
a new nerve, and here's three words, stop working mine
Em
It take a lot more to hurt my pride, jerk my vibe
Dm
more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die, nigga
C
The last album wasn't feeling my style
Dm
This time my foot up in they ass, bet they feelin' me now
Em
'Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
Dm
But somehow y'all find some way to give a whack review
C
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Dm
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto when they hardly hood
Em
Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
Dm
Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
[Chorus]
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now)
Em Dm
(They've got so much things to say it)
C Dm
(They've got so much things to say right now) yeah
Em Dm
(They've got so much) yo (things to say it)
[Outro]
C Dm
(Yeah)
Em Dm
(Yeah yay) (yeah yeah yay)
C Dm
