Wack Niggaz, Pt. 2

[Intro: Consequence] Yeah Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why This nigga...why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga 'Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a–with a Sebring, and with–with a rag off Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that, playboy Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon Really really good, I mean and you got a shirt and tie You wack ass nigga... [Verse 1: Common] Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em Give 'em dap or pound 'em See 'em out, they houndin', dawg Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on Sayin' they hot, when that shit don't even sound warm Nigga, I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic, exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic, tryin' to appeal to the masses The Cassius Clay of rap today Rock a beard like 'Castaway' You couldn't be dope for even half a day We keep it hot like its after May Smoke a nigga, then I pass to K [Verse 2: Kanye West] The pastor say we goin' to mass today We have to pray, these niggas is wack, an' aye – I have to say, since Pac passed away Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots And get yo' tall ass out that C-Class Coupe Y'see the whis-kay had them girls feelin' fris-kay You was with m-ay, she said "Who's the sissay?" And even if they did wanna get bizz-ay Freaky like Miss-ay and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts Motherfucka, you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg Just keep it "right thurr" like Ching-ay Yo girl, don't like me? How long has she been gay? Spanish girls tell ya "No hable Inglé" And everybody wanna run to me for they sing-lay It's funny how these wack niggas need my help Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself Dawg, if I was you, I wouldn't feel myself Dawg, if I was you, I'd kill myself! [Hook: Kanye West] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning, dawg, and you a (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that (Wack, nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just (Wack, nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still (Wack, nigga) You can't do it, dawg, you's a (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a – (Wack nigga") (You wack nigga!) [Verse 3: Consequence] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you That's how you know ya flow is weak 'Cause you only got them there to "Say Yes," like Floetry The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry You're the place you're supposed to be You ain't ain't comin' close to me It ain't that you underrated It's more that you're under-dated And mediocre, at best, is all the hoes you've ever dated For all your guest appearances You couldn't get the clearances For them, it's just a check, they don't respect you as a lyricist Look at what ya lyrics is – murder, death, kill But you never shot nothin' – never have, never will Better add on to ya skills, before you join this round robin Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] In the beginnin', God created man in his own image I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it 'Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it Na'mean -–you all can get it, I'm considered the nicest The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis All day, talkin' that shit, like you hold a gat, right? The trip you on must be short 'cause, you pack light – act right You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat You ain't gunnin' now, you runnin' like an athlete You ballers need to quit rhymin' like Allen Ive' Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail All these thug niggas wanna rap And all these rap niggas wanna thug And all ya'll fuckin' the game up It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick who don't give head – that's a no-brainer Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of I'm about to meet my quota, you about to meet ya savior You wack nigga, you about to get shot Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got, boy! Not that I'm wildin', or even promote violence It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?! [Hook: Kanye West] (Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning, dawg, and you a (Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that (Wack, nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just (Wack, nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still (Wack, nigga) You can't do it, dawg, you's a (Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass (Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a – (Wack nigga") (You wack nigga!)