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Versuri It ain't part 2
- Scarface

[V

erse 1].

I got a problem how you do that there.

It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere.

Still, one of the coldest ever done this s***t.

And aint no m*********g question know who run this bitch.

I got my nigga Erick Sermon he supplied the beat.

And I be in the vocal booth, supply the heat.

Up in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs.

With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone.

And it's a thin red line between what was and aint.

Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink.

I be in southside nigga til it's said and done.

And I was always taught to take the bread and run.

Here it is, the m*********g moment of truth.

I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do.

HOOK:.

All these Rolex watches.

It aint s***t to me.

And the Cristal poppin.

It aint s***t to me.

Bitches out boppin.

Aint s***t to me.

It aint s***t to me, aint s***t to me.

[Verse 2].

Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck.

I silence niggas like gag orders.

With m*********g powderpuff I just add water.

I blow you punk bitches out the frame.

And I'ma make you hoes remember my name.

I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S.

I'm shuttin niggas down H child is mine I bet you know now.

So hush with the talk, talk.

Claimin you gon' put it on the map.

Well I done already done that.

So follow in footsteps of the gangsta s***t's finest.

Since 1987, Mr. Scarface.

Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth.

The last man standin, now what you wanna do.

HOOK:.

So you got tight flows.

It aint s***t to me.

Money, hoes.

It aint s***t to me.

Brand new clothes.

It aint s***t to me.

Yeah right, see this Ro.

It aint s***t to me.

Finna get a record deal.

It aint s***t to me.

Build a house on the hill.

It aint s***t to me.

Brand new Benz, big wheels.

It aint s***t to me, aint s***t to me, it aint s***t to me.

[Verse 3].

Now the moral of this story here is simple and plain.

Next time you mention southern rap remember the name.

All you magazine niggas gettin caught up in the new s***t.

Just remember what the truth is.

My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is back.

Diary of a man made, nigga come and ask.

The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster.

Damn it feels good to be a gangster.

Smile for me now, I see the man died today, my fuel.

I'm still up in this bitch, what they wanna do.

HOOK:.

Ay, ay.

It aint s***t to me.

All that talk it aint s***t to me.

Big money aint s***t to me.

It aint s***t to me.

Publishing.

Aint s***t to me.

Management deals aint s***t to me.

Money, cars, jewelry.

Aint s***t to me, aint s***t to me