It's a dog eat dog competition
(no doubt)
I'll be gone like you're wishin
(and i'm out)
'Cause I ain't got time
For hangin around
When you're fuckin' my love
In all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition
(no doubt)
I'll be gone like you're wishin
(and i'm out)
'Cause I ain't got time
For hangin around
When you're fuckin' my love
In all the wrong places
Extra, extra
What's that all about?
I'm wishin the position
Of my loving's sorted out
I shed a tear cause i'm hearin'
Nothing new or particular
Status once parallel
Now it's perpendicular
And everything is just as clear as day
Realistically explicit
In the things you say
I guess a "bitch" in the batter's
Gonna make the flavor fatter
But you gots to keep it for real
Forget about your jewels and gems
You won't be needin
None of them
The tool'll fix the era
My mellow used to wear a
Namebuckle, now he chuckle
'Cause he earn a dime Quicker
Talkin bout a burnin'
Sippin on some malt liQuor
And all these kiddies
Wishin they were supa emcees
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer
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