Can't Leave Rap Alone

Yeah...
Im like a 88 classic, Apathy goes back
To Filas with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks
Im back *******, on some ******* rap *******t
Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks
You mutha******as wanna scrap? Be quiet!
You know when Apathy drops, you happily buy it
All these cats are a riot, wanna rap, so they try it
Butll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet
I aint the type to blow scratch on tricks
Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the ******
Chickens in the kitchen makin chicken from scratch and *******t
Check it, Chums on the track with the scratch and mix
Yall dont even understand who you scrappin with
I got Timbs in the trunk, wont scratch my kicks
Yall are brewin up a plot, tryin to get Ap to flip?
Do yourself a favor - scratch that * ******t, cause...
[Chorus]
Even though mutha******as tryin to see me...
'Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me' <- Jay-Z
The way I think, I make it look easy
'Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me' <- Jay-Z
You got doubts, but please believe me
'Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me' <- Jay-Z
Go ask your mom to cop this CD
'Cant leave rap alone, the game needs me' <- Jay-Z
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
The Rubix Cubans at your door, but I aint singin no carols
Im like Donkey Kong, I got you ******z dodgin my barrels
Dont give a ****** where your labels from
We runnin up in your office, holdin your CEO hostage with a staple gun
And aint no stoppin this don; I got soccer moms
Puttin glocks in their palms and wildin out to opera songs
Blow off your brim, turn your fitted to a kufi
Im like Ricky Ricardo except, 'I Love Uzis'
When Im in the crowd, these rappers are shook
They wont stage dive unless they got a harness with a grapplin hook
Damn right, my raps are real ill
The Celph Titled talkin doll says, 'Kill, kill'
Oh, yous a tough guy, sayin that you brawl in these fights?
But you got your nose broken by a white ******* from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
Cause I got 99 ******* and aint a problem with one
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ryu]
Im the one to call when your third verse is free
Slip slugs in a pump and disperse emcees
Six gunner with a potty mouth, spittin up mud
I stay trippin with a 40 oz., sippin them suds
Outta Cali with a bang, *******! ****** insane, * ******
The man savin L.A., forget about Game, *******
I never claim Crip, but Ill murder my language
If I cant handle it quick, Ill have it arranged then
Last nine summers, you been suckin the same ******
But Jays gone, and Im still ****** em brainless
At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins
A little too much for one, so Ill probably get twins
Let the party begin, take it back to the telly
Your body is ****r than coke, but your crack is smelly
At the show, they was rippin all their panties and bras down
They love it, cause officially Im one of the godz now
[Chorus]