Who Owns You? lyrics - Canibus

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers 

[Canibus] 

Yo...I thug it wit' you, I slug it wit' you 

I had niggas runnin' around like ''yeah 'Bis brung it to you'' 

Nigga I'll punish you 

Catch you in the street like what's the issue 

Monkey face I'll monkey flip you 

I always wanted to dis you 

You ugly as a pit bull motherfucker I'll rip you 

This is where the Broad St. bullyin' stops 

My bars of gold bullyin' yours are not 

Truth is I never thought your metaphors were hot 

You just talk a lot a shit cuz your on the Roc' 

There's no proof in your "Truth" it was a flop 

That's why Jigga signed Cam'ron to take your spot 

You think you hot cuz you got a little bling or what not 

A typical hustler all you do is think about rocks 

With a budget like yours you should a sold more 

You probably think you were couped nigga your so wrong 

I think Jay fucked you go look at your deal 

In that black mink you look like a ape for real 

If I was blind and I couldn't tell 

I'll probably still hear it from a bitch that you ugly as hell 

For starters the Bentley ain't yours it's Shawn Carter's 

And if it ain't Shawn's its his partners 

Your just another ?convict? artist with frog lips 

On the Rocafella roster that follows orders, nigga! 

You tryin' too much you lyin' to sluts 

You too hyped up, spend some more time in the cut 

I'll turn my voice up loud so I can tell you was sup 

Rhyme for rhyme you was never ready for 'Bus 

Your quotables are anecdotical 

Your whole crew softer than tofu 

Most of y'all don't even know the "Truth"

If you did then you knew I was a soldier too 

Doing what you already sold your souls to do 

I'm doing shows and my wrist stays frozen too 

But I own my shit who owns you? 

I should sign to the Roc' 

Battle you in the lobby or worldwide plaza make you resign on the spot 

Give me that mic' back Mack Bitch you can't spit 

I don't even know why the fuck Jigga passed you that shit 

I'll embarrass you with that shit, blast you that quick 

Wrap you in plastic and toe-tag you as a Jacker 

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers 

Jackers...Jackers