Can't Leave Rap Alone

[Verse 1: Apathy] Yeah... I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back To Filas with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks I'm back bitch, on some asshole rap shit Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks You muthafuckas 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 But'll quit as quick as Ruben Studdard on the Atkins diet I ain't the type to blow scratch on tricks Slap tricks in the trap if teeth scratch the dick Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and shit Check it, Chum's on the track with the scratch and mix Y'all don't even understand who you scrappin' with I got Timbs in the trunk, won't scratch my kicks Y'all are brewin' up a plot, tryin' to get Ap to flip? Do yourself a favor - scratch that shit, cause... [Hook] Even though muthafuckas tryin' to see me... "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" [- Jay-Z The way I think, I make it look easy "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" [- Jay-Z You got doubts, but please believe me "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" [- Jay-Z Go ask your mom to cop this CD "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me" [- Jay-Z [Verse 2: Celph Titled] The Rubix Cuban's at your door, but I ain't singin' no carols I'm like Donkey Kong, I got you niggas dodgin' my barrels Don't give a fuck where your label's from We runnin' up in your office, holdin' your CEO hostage with a staple gun And ain't 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 I'm like Ricky Ricardo except, "I Love Uzis" When I'm in the crowd, these rappers are shook They won't 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, you's a tough guy, sayin' that you brawl in these fights? But you got your nose broken by a white bitch from a volleyball spike Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from Cause I got 99 bitches and ain't a problem with one [Hook] [Verse 3: Ryu] I'm 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, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, bitch I never claim Crip, but I'll murder my language If I can't handle it quick, I'll have it arranged then Last nine summers, you been suckin' the same dick But Jay's gone, and I'm still fuckin' 'em brainless At the Holiday Inn, my Doc Holiday grins A little too much for one, so I'll probably get twins Let the party begin, take it back to the telly Your body is doper than coke, but your crack is smelly At the show, they was rippin' all their panties and bras down They love it, cause officially I'm one of the 'godz now [Hook]