It Ain't Nothin' - Radio Edit
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I used to carry a Glock, on the waistline, man I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bassline, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin for face time
Get your own paper, don't bother to chase mine
I got it locked man, we havin a great time
You couldn't fill the shoes any time that I lace mine
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick dogs on you, get mauled by the canine
Homies on the yard, never walkin the main line
And lames find they could never be in the game I'm
Lettin off rounds, hittin blunts at the same time
Take your crews homey, you and me aren't the same kind
Bitches like you always spittin the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind
Put you in a bind from the minute you came by
So stay in your lane or get wet by the rain
Wanna step up, get yo' ass touched
Wanna rep son, get yo' ass bucked
Try to test us, you gon' get smashed up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up
Get it, you gotta get your straps up
Get it, you gotta get your stash up
Get it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up
I'm right here on the block, when it's time to ride out
You know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always holdin the fort down
Come up in our town and you kissin the four pound
Got fo' ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two-fifths and a fat and everyone I'm with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin-checkin and wreckin fools
Try disrespectin, my Smith & Wesson is endin you
And I ain't changed since back in the day
Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place
Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight
And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your access denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I escape
If you was fake or a snake I'ma send you to your grave
Wanna step up, get yo' ass touched
Wanna rep son, get yo' ass bucked
Try to test us, you gon' get smashed up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up
Get it, you gotta get your straps up
Get it, you gotta get your stash up
Get it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up
I'm a coach style O.G. from out of the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk motherfuckers
Get played like suckers if you try to start ruckus
I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush
Can't nobody touch us and not leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with they body covered
It's gon' be a cold summer, soon as the hill drops
All bullshit will stop!
A couple sons of the streets and we don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in some time but I won't blink
We go against everything, smoke all the green
Got the low on swing, it ain't nothin to me
We put it down anywhere like it's somethin to see
So all you bitches go and roll for your haters degree
And when you wanna get live son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt
Wanna step up, get yo' ass touched
Wanna rep son, get yo' ass bucked
Try to test us, you gon' get smashed up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up
Get it, you gotta get your straps up
Get it, you gotta get your stash up
Get it, you gotta get amped up
You wanna run with the dog, get your cash up