The Sauce
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π ID: 20342016
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It's all bad now, man, it's all bad
But y'all done fucked up now
Yeah! Haha! New shit!
Ayo, I just want the whole world to know
That I did not start this, but I will finish it
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
Then you hype, 'cause you last
And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in
The Source was like our only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
Or Benzinoβshit, I don't even think you realize
You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably 'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship! We through!
No more Source to street credit, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
You motherfuckin' punk!
Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit
That you don't know about, yeah?
Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning
To see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzino's wack;
No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive
Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
You know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin' a bitch, bitch?! You owe me!
But y'all done fucked up now
Yeah! Haha! New shit!
Ayo, I just want the whole world to know
That I did not start this, but I will finish it
Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
Then you hype, 'cause you last
And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in
The Source was like our only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
Or Benzinoβshit, I don't even think you realize
You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
Probably 'cause I was on it
Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship! We through!
No more Source to street credit, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
You motherfuckin' punk!
Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit
That you don't know about, yeah?
Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning
To see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzino's wack;
No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive
Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
You know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
And who you callin' a bitch, bitch?! You owe me!
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.83] It's all bad now, man, it's all bad
[00:06.64] But y'all done fucked up now
[00:11.13] Yeah! Haha! New shit!
[00:17.72] Ayo, I just want the whole world to know
[00:24.10] That I did not start this, but I will finish it
[00:29.72] Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
[00:32.24] If you could spit, then you could spit
[00:33.88] That's it, that's what it was
[00:35.26] Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
[00:37.22] Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
[00:40.33] For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
[00:43.29] Then you hype, 'cause you last
[00:44.99] And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
[00:46.71] Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
[00:48.94] When the Unsigned Hype column in
[00:51.16] The Source was like our only source of light
[00:53.36] When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
[00:56.29] You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
[00:58.83] Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
[01:02.19] Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
[01:04.08] Or Benzinoβshit, I don't even think you realize
[01:06.66] You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
[01:09.03] I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
[01:10.93] Probably 'cause I was on it
[01:12.14] Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
[01:14.77] I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
[01:17.36] Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
[01:20.50] I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
[01:22.09] You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
[01:24.74] I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
[01:27.37] You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
[01:30.61] Fuck a relationship! We through!
[01:32.97] No more Source to street credit, them days is dead
[01:35.49] Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
[01:38.22] Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
[01:41.08] Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
[01:43.50] That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
[01:47.06] On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
[01:49.05] So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
[01:51.56] This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
[01:54.88] You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
[01:56.47] You motherfuckin' punk!
[01:58.35] Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
[02:01.57] I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
[02:03.57] Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
[02:05.79] You wanna talk about some shit
[02:07.33] That you don't know about, yeah?
[02:08.94] Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
[02:11.19] To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
[02:13.56] You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
[02:16.33] No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
[02:18.88] I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
[02:21.43] Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
[02:24.27] All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
[02:26.81] But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
[02:30.37] 'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning
[02:31.93] To see your video played once on BET
[02:33.57] So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
[02:37.27] So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
[02:41.12] We'll never fold or hold back
[02:44.19] Just know that Benzino's wack;
[02:45.34] No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
[02:47.92] You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
[02:50.37] Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
[02:52.83] It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
[02:55.23] So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
[02:58.45] Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
[03:01.63] They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
[03:04.40] Locked in his own office
[03:05.10] Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
[03:08.79] And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
[03:11.86] Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
[03:13.47] Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive
[03:15.94] Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
[03:18.74] You know what to do with this
[03:19.84] Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
[03:21.53] I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
[03:24.27] And who you callin' a bitch, bitch?! You owe me!
[03:31.98]
[00:06.64] But y'all done fucked up now
[00:11.13] Yeah! Haha! New shit!
[00:17.72] Ayo, I just want the whole world to know
[00:24.10] That I did not start this, but I will finish it
[00:29.72] Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
[00:32.24] If you could spit, then you could spit
[00:33.88] That's it, that's what it was
[00:35.26] Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'
[00:37.22] Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap
[00:40.33] For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed
[00:43.29] Then you hype, 'cause you last
[00:44.99] And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost
[00:46.71] Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
[00:48.94] When the Unsigned Hype column in
[00:51.16] The Source was like our only source of light
[00:53.36] When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like
[00:56.29] You were the shit, now it's like the least you get
[00:58.83] Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit
[01:02.19] Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas
[01:04.08] Or Benzinoβshit, I don't even think you realize
[01:06.66] You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives
[01:09.03] I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic
[01:10.93] Probably 'cause I was on it
[01:12.14] Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
[01:14.77] I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five
[01:17.36] Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin'
[01:20.50] I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
[01:22.09] You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
[01:24.74] I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew
[01:27.37] You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too
[01:30.61] Fuck a relationship! We through!
[01:32.97] No more Source to street credit, them days is dead
[01:35.49] Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head
[01:38.22] Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread
[01:41.08] Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
[01:43.50] That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead
[01:47.06] On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
[01:49.05] So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
[01:51.56] This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
[01:54.88] You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother
[01:56.47] You motherfuckin' punk!
[01:58.35] Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
[02:01.57] I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad
[02:03.57] Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
[02:05.79] You wanna talk about some shit
[02:07.33] That you don't know about, yeah?
[02:08.94] Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there
[02:11.19] To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
[02:13.56] You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old
[02:16.33] No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now
[02:18.88] I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down
[02:21.43] Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me
[02:24.27] All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
[02:26.81] But you know that you'll always see me on your TV
[02:30.37] 'Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the morning
[02:31.93] To see your video played once on BET
[02:33.57] So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah
[02:37.27] So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
[02:41.12] We'll never fold or hold back
[02:44.19] Just know that Benzino's wack;
[02:45.34] No matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack
[02:47.92] You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back
[02:50.37] Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
[02:52.83] It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
[02:55.23] So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
[02:58.45] Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave
[03:01.63] They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
[03:04.40] Locked in his own office
[03:05.10] Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
[03:08.79] And it's pitiful, 'cause I would have never said shit if you'd
[03:11.86] Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?
[03:13.47] Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusive
[03:15.94] Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
[03:18.74] You know what to do with this
[03:19.84] Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
[03:21.53] I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this
[03:24.27] And who you callin' a bitch, bitch?! You owe me!
[03:31.98]