Featuring Phat Kat lyrics

[Intro: Phat Kat]
Yeah
Yeah, I like this sh*t

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
You know, over the years I've seen MCs come and MCs go
n*ggas on tour gettin' paid doing wack-ass shows
With gay-ass flows, y'all all some hoes to me
Phat Kat, who you thought it was supposed to be?
You got a hot single, now your ass 0-for-3
Phony n*ggas like you don't even come close to me
I'm from Detroit City where my styles ain't free
Wanna hear some real sh*t? You gotta pay me
Gift was passed down through my family tree
My mama, my big brother, my two sisters and me
Ronnie Cash, the ill bast*rd, B
Get caught crossing my path, end up a Kat-astrophe
n*ggas is mad cause they hoes is drafting me
f*ck around with P, going down in three
Seconds flat, put your b*tch-ass right on your back
That's what you ho n*ggas get for f*ckin' with Kat
When my crew roll through, y'all don't want no parts to that
Puttin' flows to tracks in less than ten minutes flat
Yea— Yea— Yeah, want no parts to that
We putting flows to tracks in less than ten minutes flat
[Chorus]
Uh-oh, one time for your mind
It's game time (Uh)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Here it is, y'all, yo-yo, yo
Hot damn, I'm the man (Oh)
It's the man, I reside in the D, you know?
In the D, y'all, and this goes out to
All my hustler mother—
Yo-yo, what-what, what, what? (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Phat Kat]
I could give less than a **** or whoever you claim to be
But Phat Kat on a mission to save the D
You suckers kill me, watching too much TV
That's why most you hoes looking funny to me
When they say that sh*t, y'all go portray that sh*t
You brainwashed, 'cause all day the radio play that sh*t
You think I care about your Gold and Platinum plaques, n*gga?
I'll tell you to your face that your ass wack, n*gga
You know you bit your style from a **** **** ****
And scooted, so please don't get it diluted
Undisputed D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Phat Kat, that real n*gga roll with that crew S.V. 
And I got the key to be a true emcee
You lack the ability, discipline, swiftness, agility
Rhymes like these'll leave you in mental facilities ('Cilities)
On the for real-a, B (Ohh)
[Outro: J Dilla]
Ayo, yo, yo, turn it down a lil' bit
Yo, let me know if this sh*t ever happen to you

[Skit]
Ten new messages, ma—
First new message
Hey, Jay, this is Kiki
I was just thinkin' about you so I decided to call you
Call me when you get this message, baby, bye
Next message
Hi, Jay, this is Kiki callin'
I called earlier, but I don't think you got the message
Because you ain't call me back yet
Next message
This is Kiki, Jay, call me when you get this messa—
Next message
I mean, why aren't you callin' me back?
I know you not seein' my number on your caller ID and not just pick—
Next message
I mean, guess I'll just keep callin' you and you not callin' me back
Next message
Jay, that's my last time calling y—
Next message
Jay, this—
Next message
Jay, why aren't you callin' me back?
I know you see me callin' you
I done called you from my girl number and three other numbers
And you are not pickin' up nor returnin' my phone calls
I mean, what the f*ck?
What, you don't wanna talk to me anymore?
That's all you have to—