Clue you want your apology?
I apologize for not getting at y'all bitch ass (Yeah) niggas sooner (Bugs)
These niggas want it Li
Y'all ready
I gotta do it

[Verse 1]
Check
I spit a verse at you
Just to test your heart
Wait for ya to respond, rip your flesh apart
You never did so that mean you either pet or smart
How long you gone hide behind that question mark?
Same verse
Fucked up your numbers and profits
You wasn't runnin' your projects
You just run in your projects (Get out of here go play)
And you ain't got no guns in your closet
You wasn't fly neither, you a bum wit no pockets
Now you owe a bunch of dollars to see
You gotta spell your name right before you holla at me (F-A-B-O-S-O)
I'ma give them people a new way to ID you
That's an IV in your arm in ICU
So if they see blood leakin' it gotta be you
New jewels on your neck and it gotta be Clue's (got to be)
Tell yo goons don't try to peruse me
I advise you to ride wit a Uzi
This ain't a New Jack City and both them niggas died in the movie
I don't won't y'all to think I did this out of the blue
Everybody know I'm hotter than you
But it's like Jay said "always the weakest nigga outta the crew" (that's [?])

[Hook 1]
It's time I tell y'all (tell us what)
Fabolous ain't that hot (so what you think about him)
He's nothin' but a gimmick (and in result to that)
And that's why his album flopped (what happened to them Ma$e numbers)
Them SoundScan numbers (they did nothing)
Don't amount to all the shit you pop (he got a big mouth)
Claim he keepin' it gangsta (But everybody know)
But everybody know he not, look

[Verse 2]
It's only right if Menati think his artist is best
That he put him in a ring let him spar with the rest (let em go some rounds)
Just to pull his [?] with no refs
See what artists is left
You need to visit the wizard, get a heart in your chest (not Mike)
You afraid I'ma take yo fan base, hoes and all
You get herbed "Backstage," movie told it all
Ali don't fold in brawl, all Ali do is stroll through malls
This is the truth
You can act rich in the booth
But I got more chips than your tooth (I see yo tooth)
And I ain't gotta flash number 7 from the Clippers, is proof
Y'all actin' like a bunch a feminine birds
With yo feminine words (I'm not playing his record)
I'm about to put this jersey wearin' nigga on engine reserved
And I told y'all my pen ain't to share
You said you won't play my record if I don't surrender in fear
Why apologize Bugs I rather end his career
And don't think I'm endin' it there, look at your men in despair
This is rap, got the pound on the shelf
Fuck the Blaze Battle, let's go some round for the wealth (I don't want a trophy)
Y'all deserve each other, a muthafuckin' clown and an elf (Mario & Luigi ass niggas)
And you act like gettin' chased in a choice
Don't let yo chick hear my hits cause it be makin' her moist
You a bitch tell Duro put some bass in your voice

[Hook 2]
It's time I tell y'all (tell us what)
How these bitch niggas do (what they do)
They won't play your record (it's all politics)
If they artist can't fuck wit you (you can't with me)
I ain't talkin' to nobody else (everybody know)
Everybody know I'm talkin' 'bout Clue (that's right)
And I'm about to do the numbers (that what)
That your bitch ass artist ain't do
Question Mark Man