Can’t Leave Rap Alone lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Yeah...
I'm like a '88 classic, Apathy goes back
To Filas with straps and Don Mattingly throwbacks
I'm back b*tch, on some as*h*le rap sh*t
Rarely ever seen like Asian dudes with black chicks
You muthaf*ckas 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 di*k
Chicken's in the kitchen makin' chicken from scratch and sh*t
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 sh*t, cause...

[Hook]
Even though muthaf*ckas 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 n*ggas dodgin' my barrels
Don't give a f*ck 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 b*tch from a volleyball spike
Old timers ask me where I got my pimp game from
Cause I got 99 b*tches 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, b*tch! f*ckin' insane, b*tch
The man savin' L.A., forget about Game, b*tch
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 di*k
But Jay's gone, and I'm still f*ckin' '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]