[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