The Sauce

It's all bad man....it's all bad, but yall done fucked up now

Ayyo..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, you could spit, thats what it was
Back when motherfuckers was straight back packin, cyphrin
Fighting for life in this rap 
For the mic, to get past, and you phyched and you gasped
And you hype cuz you last and you might whip 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 the only source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a 4 was like
You were the shit, now its like the you least you get
3 and half now just means you a piece of shit
4 and half or 5 means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas or Benzino
Shit I dont even think you realize you're playin wit mothafuckas lives
I done watch dre get fucked on the chronic
Probably cuz I was on it
Now u fucked me outta my mics twice I let it slide
I said I wouldnt hold my fuckin breath to get a 5
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin
I swear to god, I never lie, I bet thats why
You let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I aint look at the shit
We knew you probably try and fuck us wit Obie and 50 too
*spit* fuck a relationship we through
No more source the street credit, them days is dead
Ray's got Aks to Dave May's head
Every issue theres an 8 page Made Men spread
Would 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, cuz I break it down and proceed
This OG's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You dont know me or my mothafuckin mother you mothafuckin punk
Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little sell out mag
I aint mad, I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray Ray and his Dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you dont know about yeah
Lets talk about how you puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow bitch, your just too old
No wonder your sore now, lord or your bored now
I'm pushin 30, your kickin 40's door down
Bitch this is war now
And you'll never beat me, all you do is cheat me
Out of quarters
But u know that you'll always see me on your tv
Cuz u gotta stay up to 3 in the mornin to see your video played once on BET
So he he he
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 you'll never blow jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record thats how far it goes back
Its extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail from boston
Bullyin and bossin, Dave like a slave, they completely brainwashed em
And forced him to stay in locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wanna be gangsta in New York
And its pitiful, cuz i woulda never said shit
If u woulda kept your mouth shut
Bitch now what, hit it Clue, spit it Slay
New shit exclusive and whoo kid
You know what to do with this, use it
I'm thru, this is stupid, I cant believe i stooped to this bullshit to do this 
And who you callin a bitch? BITCH!
You owe me....