Текст песни Jugga the Bully - Clueless (Fuck Clue)
Jugga the Bully - Clueless (Fuck Clue) слова песни
* soon to be on Hostile Takeover"We here to talk about that nigga DJ Clue, so you know...""You ain`t nothin, all you do is spin records, that`s all you doWho he think he is? DJ Quik? Huh? Kid Capri?"[Verse One]I open up Blaze and see these bums all dissin` meErnesto don`t have a Clue like Unsolved MysteriesWhen my album drops I`ll be runnin` y`all industrySee me in person bet I get respect from y`all instantlyFuck y`all sympathy - I call your bluff like card-playingNow you on the phone with those other faggot A&R`s sayin`"My bad, yo! I ain`t know how butta he could be"Next month you like ("New exclusive shit! Jugga The Bully!!!")Got folk askin` me "Why you got beef with Clue?That dude got friends..." That`s cool, I got people tooWhat I`m supposed to do? He gave me a wack write upMisrepresentin` mine knowin` that it`s phat like buttsThis nigga couldn`t scratch a record in a cat fight plusYour album sucks - wishin` you could rap like TouchYou just juggle some nuts to get a few exclusivesAnd thought no one could tell you wack, what the fuck is you stupid?I question your skills, trashin` every mag that got you in itAnd I swear never heard nothin` hot you blendedOn my block you finished - I`m ambitious and viciousAnd you gonna fall cuz real Hip Hoppers can`t stand bitchesChorus:You don`t have a ClueWhen you disrespect the Dirty South this how we doGot everyone from here to overseas dissin` tooYou don`t get no respect here so, Fuuuuuuck Clue!![Verse Two]I heard Clue`s hatin` - ya words in Blaze is circulatin`You ain`t all that - niggas got you gased like service stationsIn addition, your tapes got too much reverberationYou fucked up and brought an ATLien Earth invasionWhat, you didn`t understand the story?"First Contact`s" a metaphor about weed, nigga - it`s self explanitoryGuess you ain`t get it - that`s what I expect thoughFuck ya mix tape - you ain`t special, Ms. ErnestoWith all that echo - tapes headed straight for trash cansI seen you live - you couldn`t mix if your name was TascamScreamin` on all ya tapes to cover up all the mistakesThat`s why you never in DJ battles - you`d prolly get rapedPut the plates on - what the FUCK you waitin` on?Got ya head spinnin` like those twelve hundreds you fakin` onPuff made you, then that nigga Jigga saved youInterscope paid you - now Jugga the Bully just played youI got no beef with artists gettin` run on ya tapesBut if they retaliate - then they, too, gettin` punched in the faceI heard you spin CD`s anyway - what`s that shit?Lately your tapes ain`t been bangin` - it`s just wack shitSo fuck you - I won`t even mention those other A&R`sTryin` to clone stars so broke they can`t even afford carsI`m going far regardless - catchin` wreck over beatsYou just mad cause ya ass don`t get no respect on the streetsYeah...I expected to see that lump that`s in ya throat...I give ya A&R job two to three months at InterscopeMy shit is dope - kill that noise and try meYou the only deejay couldn`t scratch if the wax had poison ivyChorus[Verse Three]I guess you must`ve felt threatened by mineEither that or you too dumb to understand what I said in my rhymeThe song was complex, Clue didn`t comprehend the contextWhile everyone who does is sweatin`, complementin` conceptsYou got yours, why you hatin` on mine?And I know you got back so fuck the gats this rap is breakin` ya spineI`m glad you dissed me - and I still got love for New York CityBut this nigga`s soft like titties - DJ Clue`s a sissySimilar to some of the emcees on that wack shit he playFuck the gay rapper - Clue`s the faggot deejayDis The Bully? You nuts like the condoms I skeet inYou wouldn`t know original livin` in the Garden of EdenSo pardon the beefin` but I got issues with dudeNot only are your tapes Common, but the bitch is in youThat`s why my real niggas no longer listen to youThe President or The Professional? Which is it, Clue?It ain`t President cause you got no campaign fundsIf it won`t for Jay-Z, where would you get your champagne from?It ain`t Professional cause your whole steez is amateur nightYou wanted action? Well, you got it like camera lightsDon`t reply - not even Teamsters can manage to strikeGot the soundman pissed cause I damaged the micIt`s like this: Recognize nigga get ya shit straightAnd I might STILL supply exclusives for ya WEAK mix-tapes....ChorusOutro:Big head nigga, fuck you, I`ll break your fuckin` fingersHow `bout that? Know what I`m sayin`? Scratch you with your own needlePlus nail your turntables down on your knucklesDon`t even matter, talkin` about JUGGA the BULLYTalkin` `bout my shit`s wack, you didn`t even listen to the shitIf you did, you woulda known what the shit was aboutWouldn`t a said that bullshit, know what I`m sayin?Atlantis UnderWorld, save that clone rap shitY`all niggas suck dick for, it`s that real shitI`m tellin` you right now, man, don`t even play that bullshitMotherfucker diss me, talkin` about I`m wack?That shit y`all heard was just wack, what the fuck?!?Ignorant ass motherfuckers, manI`ma show y`all motherfuckers how to do shit in the new milleniumContinuum, baby, DJ Kno rocked this fuckin track for y`all motherfuckersThis what y`all motherfuckers wanted to hear?You bitch ass nigga, it`s the same fuckin` shitBut this time it`s directed at your bitch ass... Word up