Say Lyrics - Lauryn Hill

Damn, I hate it when it rain 

Ever since I came in the game 

Some hated on the fame 

A lot of niggas done changed 

And started actin' strange 

Even labels turning they backs 

And started backing lames 

Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin' 

These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name 

Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is 

Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live 

It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat 

I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep 

R.I.P., make me the king of all I see 

And when death call I'm good I got call ID 

See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front 

Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump 

Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill 

When in fact they all been programmed 

And lost they feel, fo' real 

They've got so much things to say right now 

They've got so much things to say 

They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) 

They got so much things to say (Yo) 

Damn, another artist chokes again 

They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin 

See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends 

Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen 

I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash 

Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass 

Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone 

Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs 

When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot 

It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not 

Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top 

Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks 

I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me 

Shackled and locked inside the penalty box 

And while they waitin' for my shit to flop 

They gettin' pimped like hoes 

Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man 

They've got so much things to say right now 

They've got so much things to say 

They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) 

They got so much things to say (Yo) 

Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill 

Often so hungry that they have to steal 

If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal 

Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real 

And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve 

And here's three words: stop working mine 

It take a lot more to hurt my pride 

Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga 

The last album wasn't feeling my style 

This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now 

Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do 

But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review 

It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood 

Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood 

Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes 

Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines 

They've got so much things to say right now 

They've got so much things to say 

They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah) 

They got so much things to say (Yo)