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That Nigga Ain’t Shit (TNAS)

Written by: Dwayne Baxter and Aftan Smith
Produced by: Nelson Bridges

I guess you thought that you was that nigga
I

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death [Clean]

1997

want, be what you want (oh, whoa, yes)

After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)

and had an epiphany
U niggaz pitiful tryna be minnie me
That dont work out then you resort to envy
Dam dam dam
Just left the block I cant come back tonight

nice 
Going blind with my ice 
Drip from my head to my toe 
I Stay on top like a fro 
Chef Corey that's the bro 

With my niggas and the hoes
We all

Put Your Hands Up

LL Cool J

Violator: The Album, Vol. 2

2001

politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got

a different route
Well rounded with the ins-and-outs
Protecting the plate ain't no calling me out
If I'm hit by the pitch then I'm charging the mounded
Asante

I'm getting my lady high
I'm flying down 85
Shoot the rooster, fuck the sky
I ain't get to sleep tonight, yeah
What I do on all my nights
Lysergic

gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass face she going rock my mic all night

Cus I just wanna see you smile
I just wanna see you smile
Going out tonight, going out tonight
Yeah, yeah
Going out for the night, yeah, yeah, yeah

it out tonight?
Will I fuck up? Will I die?
Then what?!
Am I gonna make it out alive?
Will I make it out tonight?
Will I fuck up? Will I die?
Then

What's going on?
Nice song, but moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page poppin' like kettle corn
Don't care if ain't write his

out here chasing chicken
Bet I make a hater sick cuz a the way I get it
Know the ways of the wicked
Raised with the killers
Never phased by you niggas

a rocket bad bitches on me 
Know that I'm cocky in the trenches goin hard like 
I'm rocky time is money only thang that I'm clockin
I just cashed out

than Tony Hawk popping kicks
Came in the game still rocking Vans and my Stan Smiths
I'm Hall of Fame, that's right i'm going down in Canton
Granny saying

Tonight I’m feeling alright
Tonight I’m feeling alright

Aye tonight I’m feeling alright
I told my boss I ain't working today I just need me lil’ time
She

tonight
Uh, how you gon' tell me that it's real when this ain't?
Walk a thin line when you lying in the banks
I don't thank, I just walk out separate

the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In

to die
But I just need a sign
That we gone be aight
If I don't get a sign
I'm going out tonight
I ain't get a sign so fuck nigga run it back
Chucky gone

'Pac, BIG
James Todd Smith and I'm not Prince, so

I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes

'Cause I'm only human,

of fast
Always wonder why you ain't by my side
Why you keep on switching to the opposition
I been really out here I been on a mission
Fuck all of these

chase the bag
You know how I run it
Going fast
Skirting off hundred on the dash
God please take the wheel cause I ain't tryna

Fetti
I'm the voice

Celebrate

Common

The Dreamer/The Believer

2011

In my Paul Smith like an alcoholic
My guys I used to hoop with, is now who I ball with
This raw bitch came in looking flawless
Tonight she'll be giving

niggas asking for a feature I ain't doing shit for free 
4 smiths with different plans we tryna make It out 
See I ain't ever been that nigga that had

Seven hundred degrees on my hot shit (Yeah I'm hot bitch)
Gervonta tank davis how i drop shit (Yeah I drop shit)
I been going in like a lock smith