[Chorus]

Pay homage, respect

Yeah, one-two

Acknowledge the rep

I don't know what you cats was thinking

Pay homage, respect

Must've been crazy

Acknowledge the rep

To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name

[Verse 1]

I hear these cats, but I ain't listenin'

A little faint dissin', a little scratch, a little paint missin'

But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss, and

I'm about to have your whole team wishin'

That you never got this shit started

You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly retarded

To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention

Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'

And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low

These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro

One thing – who named y'all the High and the Mighty?

To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities

You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy

To think for a second, you could stand next to me

Look, don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles

Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles

And I heard your album, this must be somethin' you're new at

'Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet

My cellphone stay ringin' like a slap in the ear

So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career

'Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon, I been burnin'

Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, internin'

And I should've let it known what your government names are

To make sure you "Take It Personal" like Gang Starr

Motherfuckers

[Chorus]

I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart

And that go for any other so-called rap cats, in the game

Pay homage, respect

Acknowledge the rep

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw

Pay homage, respect

Nope, acknowledge the rep

Just you wait (Yo)

Acknowledge the rep

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth – scary

Then I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy

Since my last mission, this nigga's been ass-kissin'

I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen

Tell me this – with no pot to piss in, how you dissin'?

Your group home's about to be reporting you missin'

And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse

I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first

See, I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you

I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you

But I told 'em, "Chill!", I let 'em know you was my son

And I promise I'll keep paying support 'til you're 21

Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal

Who knows, this might just get you a deal

And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour

Just remember, like Nas, nigga, "I Gave You Power"

I figured I give you some help, 'cause you need lots

I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz

Tell him I say fuck him for doin' the tracks

Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doin' the wax

I'ma diss you via email, and then through a fax

I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax

I'ma diss you over fast, slow track, or no track

If your shit wasn't so wack, I'd diss you to yo' track

You that little fish that I catch and I throw back

And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back

You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle

Fuckin' with me, you better off tryin' to hit lotto

And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow

And you can't spit, nigga, so you obviously must swallow

Motherfucker

[Outro]

Pay homage, respect

Yo-Yo, I got one lyric pointed at your head, for start (yeah)

Another one–is pointed at your weak-ass heart

Pay homage, respect

Boogieman, boogieman, what's wrong?

I think outta everybody, you'd know better

Man, you sound like a fan and everything

C'mon, you know you was dancing and singing my shit, back in the day

Try to front on me? Should know the student can't fuck with the teacher

I tell you what, after this Fat Beats shit dry up for you

And all this hype I gave you wear off

Come see me, I'll make you my hype man

And work on some steps, 'cause I'mma make you my dancer too

And as far as battling go, c'mon man, I can't earn no stripes battling you

Tell you what, get at me after you sell like one record and I'll break that ass, nigga

Don't ever front on me, nigga

(Just you wait, bitch ass nigga, Just you–)