better / BITTER (deluxe intro)

Da five star pan on tape nigga
Body blows, boom I break niggas
Black cloak, Young Reg Mathis all raise, nigga
You heard Groove? The production all Reg Mace nigga
We heard you
Get the fuck outta my face nigga
(Had to save my my energy)
I don't get it
Don't let his blind ass close to son like Riddick
Bust a nut on her chest like Morris to Gravediggaz
Ricky Bobby, I'ma take it back to Talladay dega
Shordie got millionaire figures
Slow money, dope money, Yo money not making me no millionaire, nigga
Get it any other and everyway nigga
Until then, I'm getting paid nigga so what?
This the Deluxe

Deez niggas be more bout my bidness than they bout they digits
I done been about my digits since I was a churron
I dont play about my bitches or my bitches bitches
You better have some type of figures if you sweating Rilla Illa, Ayo
I'm the new jersey Rza
I could do it by myself but we good together
Squeeze together 50 Cent, less Five-Percenter
All of my niggas to my left, Curt tell these niggas
(Tell these niggas what man, Tell these niggas what)

Uh huh, Im getting better, you getting bitter, yo yo
I got my ego, back in bidness
Catch me making new records every day like we backing Guinness, word up
Uh huh, Im getting better you getting bitter
I'm getting better
I'm getting better you getting bitter

Uh huh, Im getting better, you getting bitter
Excuse me, nigga I aint get my personality from Twitter
I let the bass hit, then mind my bidness
You gon need a whole lot more than a sub just to move my enter
No kizzy, kizzy
I been busy busy
25 date-tour
I been busy, busy
20 5'8 whores in my viddys, viddys
25/8 work, no gimme gimmes
All these hearsay, hearsay nigga spare me
You wasn't hot shit, when I put that ass up on therapy
I got that fire nigga, Bezos, A To Z
Don't fake the funk, you wanted me to fail, nigga please
These niggas speaking Cucknese
I was banging the same shordie in my Chuck T's
To whoever this out, to
Redman aint the only Reg who smack the shit out you, word