bug Ain't no deal at all She was, she was on the run Nobody to call her on the telephone She ran an hour started to moan She didn't want to talk without
a illegitimate prick in it And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit Broad as the eye can see A black one will rise,
an MC, gotta come to shop Learn the trade and then get paid to rock But if it ain't broke, don't fix it If it ain't dope, remix it If the MC's wack, tell
ain't playin' withchu nigga Yall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates You tryin' to cross over We don't fear nobody, no
the first line Chain plenty hang time, yeah [Blade Icewood] G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard she
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em [J-Hood] No matter what they spit, I still ain't
people I'm a leader give them somthing to folla (Follow) My Roley's show time but this ain't the Apolla. [Chorus] Whoa I feeling so really thoed that I can't
3 and out, I'm peelin out (let's go) In that quarter to eighth, aiyyo don't be late Cause the ship ain't waitin and the clock ain't stoppin (speak on
my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit Coulda been my last blunt... but I can't quit cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit Squeezin
But I guess it ain't right for me to get all excited and race out to the party where you ain't even invited WORD BOND!, they ain't lettin' you in, and
what they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver
a key made Run this shit it ain't nothing but a relay It ain't nothing you can tell us Bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's This ain't no how I act
t quit, promote my own shit til nothing left, fam Walk my own to the bone, that's how it's going down here Two MC's, don't clown here, don't come around
Owe Me (A) Favor, Talking Don't Really Matter Either You Got It, Or You Don't Or You Will, Or You Won't Trying To Take You Dough, You Ain't No Better,
out for tryin to goaltend a motherfucker paper route Wet his ass up, fat lady single Fully automatic converted by my whiteboy arsonist fire extingusher, if you ain't
you ain't even trynna share no secrets straight to bis Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids One word answers oh I ain't feeling that Then the pain for american express black
they ain't worth a kiss, so he grets Them with a wish, leaves them whispering all alone, In the dark running lips, like they don't feel my songs, Extra