Ain't Shit Funny Remix E

Oh you don't know? We have to do the Thing again. You see it? The pussy them don't know. Well alright, make me talk the things right now. You CBA you? It's a bad man thing. And we keep some real bad man friend around We. So it's a pure murderation. Top that! Yo, yo, they say the eyes never Lie. Look into a nigga with his eyes on The prize. Keep my mind on the grind. These other rappers are feeding you lies. Stepping out the coupe smelling like sour and barn Number nine. They love me for that lyrical shit And fly street talk. My brother used to stash Bricks in Bobby Brown's T-top. 300ZX, little nigga when I used to see checks. I'm looking up at him like, "Nigga, me next." My CV chick whipping the trooper. I'm at the table with a money counter and A Ruger. I'm more than able to go up And up with you losers. I'm connected with the weight movers. And it's all eyes on me when your boy Step in the club. Ice white as Sean P, Give your girl someone to love. Hood shit, we was raised off money, bitches, And drugs. If you forced to take it there, You hit a nigga with slugs. Before all these Instagram new niggas, I moved 100 P's. Stashing racks off of my dungarees. Ain't shit funny, niggas want what I got but Can't take shit from me, hold up. Yo, all around my city salute me. If you don't like me then shoot me. My stock rose like the price on a deucey. Hoy feel letting liquor splash, lighting a Lucy. With this bad little groupie that's excited to do Me. She fuck with ball players and rappers. Young scammers and trappers. Either way I be bending it backwards. Serving licks out the Altima, spinning it backwards. Money ringing on the iPhone, coyote cab gone. I'm on my way up, no baby mama to Fuck my day up. My pay up, crucifix on Me, I'm staying prayed up. Buck 20 soaking wet, Was trying to get my weight up. Success come with haters so I'm trying to get My hate up. Bitches used to curb me, now They offering raw sex. Hard pressed to spend another night in the fortress. You thinking about freshman when I'm trying to make A Forbes list. Money got sex appeal, These dollars is gorgeous. I hop out a V's attendant, exceed the limit. A whole lot of weed was in it, still. Ain't shit funny, dudes want what I got but Can't take shit from me, hold up. Ain't too many others really whipping it like this. Hit it with the milly, make it rock with The right wrist. Couple Blac Chynas never ride out A spite bitch. I'm giving game that you should Right click. Open up a window, let them see Everything you want to be. Mixed breed, this a different pedigree than a Motherfucking G. You the letter after me. Skip the I, add the O, throw it back To a E. Yeah, that's what a nigga see When I look in your eyes, you're too weak. And your voice shit cracking when you speak. Better man up quick, put some bass in your Shit. Four partners, six blunts, just blazing and Shit. Got the blueprint too, been professional, Clue. About to find me a B, settle down, Make a blue. You know how a player do, Never really out the game. Popping those with a bad bitch, I don't know Her name. But fuck Trill Music and gang shit. We was in tall tees, if you ain't rode Fours, you swung threes. Look, it ain't shit funny, niggas want what I Got but can't take shit from me, hold I Said knick knack patty whack, give a dog a Bone. Yo, don't give him nothing but the microphone. That old flow, new work, I'm selling this so My baby straight. Gucci to the floor, Dapper Dan Like it's '88. What you need? Quarters, halves, I send it. Play the corner, Mass Ave and Lenox, Bronx nigga Though. It's like a dig, I'm smack. Smack me and I smack it back. I said practice makes perfect. That's why I drink and listen to Pun first Shit before I write verses. Better duck when the tech fly. I do it the Conway and always keep my Gun on the west side. Ladies and gentlemen, bullets'll leave you Trembling. Probably forgot I'm the nicest, Now they remembering. I know my mama proud of Me, rest in peace, that's a prodigy. It's the return of the Mack, I got it Beside of me. Before drug dealing became cool, I bought the Range through. I'm trying to tell these niggas this ain't new. Ain't shit funny, niggas want what I got but Can't take shit from me, hold up. My bitch is counting dough on my living room Floor. Me, I'm ducking calls running from the PO. She trying to jam me up and throw me Back in the can. But I gotta hit this Road and bring the package to Ave, look. Blowing gas, speeding through the Mass Turnpike. That's when I heard the GPS tell me turn Right. At the butcher block, Frank open up the Shop. I got the cash for the swap, show Me what you got. It's business as usual when We hook up. All I hear is beautiful music When I look up. Feeling like Emeril Lagasse with The cook up. Kill them like Luka Brasi when I pull up. It's the don on the dime With the lobster. And hold his own on the Grind for deposit. These judges preying on my downfall constant. I'm standing tall in the courts, good posture. Can't let them get the best of me. I'm sending halves to the lawyer and the rest For me. I'm strong in the hood so I Stretch my reach. Balling like Bo Vito when I Bless the streets, look. I gotta make this money. Since it stay on my mind, I create this Money, nigga. What we tell them? It ain't shit funny, niggas want what I got But can't take shit from me. You don't know road boy, everything must This is A remix. Give shot. Yeah. Fire! Ayo, all the pretty women, they play me. Willie Esco said I remind him of a young AZ. Cormega said I remind him of a young Jay-Z. This how I feel when you take your Gun off of safety. The neighborhood approving the Block behind me. You gotta come straight to the Block to find me. My stock is rising. We young niggas rapping about old drugs. You can't convince me this is not the '90s. Told y'all every verse going to hit from here. Tattoo on my wrist permanent, we here. Niggas know how I give it up. I dropped one, shook the city up. They was sleeping on us, now they big me Up. They say I'm right around the corner from A big bag. Shit, I'm trying to get the kind of money Biggs had. And I see what niggas doing, But I did that. Nigga, ain't shit funny like Sinbad. Four complex and pigeons. Nigga, I was in the projects in a complex With pigeons. Ain't shit funny, niggas want what I got but Can't take shit from me, hold up.