It Ain't Sh*t

Niggas hangin' deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86 In 1987 I was swore into the clique All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof Car down crush bustin' fresh paint Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat It's 1993 new bounds are being broken If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' 'Cause I remember back when the nigga had green Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you Everythings cool I'm the niggas man Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand But I just walked away and left his shit to hang Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick A nigga say "What's up?" I look around and I say "This!" And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey Reminisced on fast times past times and shit Smokin' on some bud I came across my nigga Kick I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps I knew he had some drama I didn't even have to ask it Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' "fuck" I'm callin' up South Acres it's time to get 'em up My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't Shit to break 'em off I'm breakin' 'em off with chunks Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta Now here take this motherfuckin' slug (bang) Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools It ain't shit