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i ain't shit - styles p lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t sh-t but i’m the sh-t that’s with the sh-ts
b-tch n-gg-, quit your sh-t
’cause i got a lot of n-gg-s that’ll split your sh-t
and i got a lot of (vinny idol, n-gg-) n-gg-s that’ll hit you quick

[verse 1: styles p]
n-gg-s is droppin’ but i doubt that he droppin’ heat
n-gg-s is poppin’ but i doubt that they poppin’ heat
yeah, i’m in the legal sh-t but i pop up on the street
right next to the goons, god bless the deceased
have you ever seen brain matter next to your feet?
then stand in the hood right next to the creeps?
watch it pop on the spot or less than a week
so i told my little homie know that all that sh-t is weak
rather make a ton of money, watch all them n-gg-s weep
nightmares from the past, hold the shotty in my sleep
askin’ myself, “who could i trust?”
be a player like kobe or owner like jerry buss
terry cloth sweats in the ‘vette that’s cherried up
red suits, red guts, and they thinkin’ i’m blooded up
told the plug send the work and them n-gg-s’ll cut it up like a dj
he say, she say is b-tch n-gg- sh-t
we in the rich n-gg- sh-t on the freeway
i don’t talk dirt on the phone, not even prepaids
fleas k!ll dogs, my n-gg-, don’t be a pea brain
smoke and money on the mind, yeah, that’s p brain
thinkin’ ’bout k!llin’ these rappers but i refrain
i’m sellin’ veggies in the hood
old ghost will turn n-gg-s veggies in the hood
we the block mom, n-gg-, the spaghetti even good
here, got a little brown sugar in it
hoopty got a ratchet, a knife, and a hoodbooger in it
ghost

[chorus]
i ain’t sh-t and you ain’t sh-t
so n-body ain’t gotta ask who ain’t sh-t
i’m a d-block animal, my zoo ain’t sh-t
and i’m already sick so the flu ain’t sh-t
i ain’t sh-t and you ain’t sh-t
so n-body ain’t gotta ask who ain’t sh-t
i’m a d-block animal, my zoo ain’t sh-t
and i’m already sick so the flu ain’t sh-t

[verse 2: styles p]
what you think i pray for? sh-t i gotta pay for
homie got cocaine sittin’ on the eighth floor
other homie got the ratchet, wanna take your face off
told them n-gg-s chill but i think they cut they brakes off
they ride, i ride, that’s how it is, homie
ghost a short n-gg- but i’m still a big homie
i go to wig, homie, they gon’ call the pigs on me
have me sittin’ in the yard, brollicked up with shivs on me
f-ck that
catch you later and be violent, i
rather get high and island hop
or take a uk trip
keep it funky in the hood like a pool day zip
n-gg-s know me ’round dyckman, for a pool, they flip
sour rim from miami, yeah, two day trip
play me monday, you dead on some tuesday sh-t
i ain’t sh-t but still tell you that you ain’t sh-t
ghost

[outro]
i ain’t sh-t but i’m the sh-t that’s with the sh-ts
b-tch n-gg-, quit your sh-t
’cause i got a lot of n-gg-s that’ll split your sh-t
and i got a lot of n-gg-s that’ll hit you quick
i ain’t sh-t but i’m the sh-t that’s with the sh-ts
b-tch n-gg-, quit your sh-t
’cause i got a lot of n-gg-s that’ll split your sh-t
and i got a lot of n-gg-s that’ll hit you quick

- styles p lyrics

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