paroles de chanson
Uh-ooh,
uh-oh
Uh-ooh!
It's
that
on
top,
oh
Ta-ha,
Joey
(yeah,
shit
go
hard
too)
No
comment,
no
comment
Ta-ha,
whole
bunch
of
yappin'
(Jersey!)
That
M.J.
bullshit
Let
me
talk
to
'em,
l-look
look
look
Since
the
world
don't
revolve
around
me
(Then
what?)
Hoodie
on,
revolver
on
me
I'm
the
wrong
one
you
wanna
amp
(why?)
'Cause
niggas
could
get
missin'
Like
you
straight
out
of
LeBron's
summer
camp
(oh!)
Anytime
the
fed's
see
me
I
tell
'em
that
the
only
thing
fuckery
here
gets
you
the
STD
My
life,
should
be
sold
as
a
movie
From
the
(slum
dog)
tryin'
to
be
a
(millionaire),
no
groupies
When
did
the
civilians
decide
to
be
a
thug?
Motivated
by
the
hate
(but)
inspired
by
the
love
Rappers
sayin
my
name
like
it's
a
bright
tactic
Jackson
5,
put
your
mic
in
a
casket
Let
the
fans
gas
you
and
tell
you
you're
nice
Be
a
legend
in
RAP,
but
a
failure
in
life
For
real,
I
don't
think
these
dudes
is
spectacular
Pretty
Ricky
thugs
who
move
like
spectacular,
nigga
What
up
with
you
and
so-and-so?
Heard
you
got
a
diss
Don't
know
about
that,
but
I
know
about
this
nigga
No
comment
(what?),
no
comment
(what?)
No
comment,
I
ain't
got
a
comment
Bloggers,
Twitter,
Budden
TV
No
comment,
y'all
ain't
gettin'
nothin'
from
me
I
said,
no
comment
(what?),
no
comment
No
comment,
I
ain't
got
a
comment
So
I
been
called
a
snitch
(but)
But
I
been
called
worse
by
better
so
let's
skip
over
the
lecture
That's
a
common
lie
(why?)
'Cause
if
I
ever
call
the
cops
it's
only
gon'
be
to
report
a
homicide
How
am
I
in
beef?
I
walk
about
free
They
only
talk
about
you,
when
you
talk
about
me
(nigga)
So
go
ahead
and
act
hard
And
somebody
gon'
grab
chalk
(and)
and
turn
the
streets
into
a
blackboard
(ay)
So
I'm
supposed
to
put
niggas
on
a
pedestal
For
rappin'
'bout
a
bunch
of
bullshit
that
they
don't
ever
do
You
look
stupid
when
you
go
there
Say
I'm
only
hot
online
you
ain't
heatin'
up
nowhere
Shot-gun
in
shot-gun,
ride
right
past
ya
Windows
down,
got
every
right
to
blast
ya
No
wonder
he
thinkin'
he'll
provide
a
disaster
'Cause
bitches
keep
tellin'
him
that
size
don't
matter
(ta-ha)
What
up
with
you
and
so-and-so?
Heard
you
got
a
diss
Don't
know
about
that,
but
I
know
about
this
nigga
No
comment
(what?),
no
comment
(what?)
No
comment,
I
ain't
got
a
comment
Bloggers,
Twitter,
Budden
TV
No
comment,
y'all
ain't
gettin'
nothin'
from
me
I
said,
no
comment
(what?),
no
comment
No
comment,
I
ain't
got
a
comment
Things
niggas
say
I
don't
mind
it
Say
they
lost
respect
for
me,
who
the
fruck
is
askin'
you
to
find
it?
This
is
me
practicin'
censorship
Since
the
new
definition
of
real
nigga
is
sensitive
In
his
interview,
say
I'm
askin'
for
a
hearse
(but)
But
couple
months
back
he
was
askin'
for
a
verse
Only
hurts
is
the
team
used
to
bump
you
Now
he
look
like
a
fiend,
I
should
slump
you
Don't
ask
me
who
I'm
talking
to,
don't
ask
me
who
I'm
talking
'bout
No
comment,
(I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
nobody)
No
comment,
(you
workin'
on
a-)
no
comment
I
ain't
gotta
comment,
(ain't
no
preparation
'round
here)
Joe
Budden
(no
comment)
Tap
out
(no
comment)
No
comment,
no
comment,
I
ain't
gotta
comment
(ayy)
Niggas
is
fuckin'
Niggas
is
shmucks,
ta-ha
No
comment,
no
comment
Nah,
I
ain't
gotta
comment
(next
nigga
on
the
mic,
falls)
Ta-ha
No
comment
No
comment,
no
comment
Mo'fucker
I
ain't
gotta
comment
1 Intro
2 Anti
3 Never Again
4 World Keeps Spinnin'
5 Forgive Me
6 State of You
7 Good Enough
8 No Comment
9 We Outta Here
10 Clothes on a Mannequin
11 Freight Train
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