Love Don't Cost (a Thing)/Still Grimey [Nebulla & Dore Remixes]
Method Man, Wu-Tang Clan, Prodigal Sun, U-God, Icewater
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Look, I'm razor sharp, ain't no cut in my throat If you smell me, you see I'm dope, ain't no cuttin' my coke I'm still, rough with the quotes, still puffin' my smoke While these critics still on they knees and still suckin' of GOAT's My shit's grimy, not accustomed to soap, might even sell a customer's soul Or throw these shells up in his coat Spend my budget up, like, "F*ck it, I'm broke" You like them dudes on VH1, you lose tryna f*ck with New York, look This what the game 'bout I'm from where niggas don't come around with the chains out I hangs out with them ghetto women that bang out Do hair, sell dope and babysit out the same house You caved out, I do my thang, it's Wu-Tang still in the game My niggas still in the bathroom, stealing your chains, look It's M-E-F and Ice H20 Combination to the safe, it ain't safe no more, bitch If love don't cost a thing Why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper? I got a feeling in my heart that tells me Something ain't right, something ain't right Baby, you could do what you do You ain't got to do me no favors, do me no favors I could of been the one that made that change in your life Change in your life Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test Still grimy (grimy, nigga) Still slimey (slimey) Don't try me (don't try me, nigga) It's been ten long years (ayo, listen) You can not retire me (yo) Come for test Still grimy (grimy, nigga) Still slimey (slimey) Don't try me (don't try me, nigga) It's been ten long years (ayo, listen) You can not retire me (yo) If love don't cost a thing Why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper? I got a feeling in my heart that tells me Something ain't right, something ain't right (something ain't right) Baby, you could do what you do You ain't got to do me no favors, do me no favors I could of been the one that made that change in your life Change in your life Real in the field, Navy seal on the drill Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled Recorded in the history of rap, two-inch reels Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil Unnecessary blood spilled, another thug killed Move with the mass appeal, the blast still With the Cash Money clique, No Limits and no frills Mad 'cause your ho feeling P. Sunzini Kid you as sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga Ladi-dadi, the Gods like to party We don't cause trouble, but we will make you a body Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two of my ninjas beside me Lively, floating on some Ducatti's With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy Rest in peace to my dawg, Shotti
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Written by: Justin Reinstein, Andre Williams, J. Murphy, T. Graham, Corey Woods
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