Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Ain't, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Til Death Do Us Part, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
It Ain't |
Scarface: |
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut |
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden |
Ain’t shit changed in my hood since '86 |
In 1987 I was swore into the clique |
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes |
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues |
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups |
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof |
Car down crush bustin' fresh paint |
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank |
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope |
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat |
It’s 1993 new bounds are being broken |
If you ain’t bangin' then you gots to be smokin' |
Cause I remember back when the nigga had green |
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend |
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two |
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you |
Everythings cool I’m the niggas man |
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand |
But I just walked away and left his shit to hang |
Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang |
And that’s why I walk with my hands on my dick |
A nigga say «What's up?» |
I look around and I say «This!» |
And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed |
Cause if he wants a chunk I’m a get up in his shit |
Scarface: |
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' |
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey |
Reminisced on fast times past times and shit |
Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick |
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what’s the haps |
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps |
I knew he had some drama I didn’t even have to ask it |
Now where were them bitches at it’s time to kick some asses |
He told what had happened and now I’m thinkin' «fuck» |
I’m callin' up South Acres it’s time to get 'em up |
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static |
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it |
Everybody’s trapped, quick to go to war |
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car |
So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it |
Cause what’s about to happen you may not be able to stomach |
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry |
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die |
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint |
So don’t think that it’s shit cause niggero it ain’t |
Shit to break 'em off I’m breakin' 'em off with chunks |
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain’t no motherfuckin' punks |
And drive-by shootin' ain’t the motherfuckin' shit |
Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits |
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder |
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta |
Now here take this motherfuckin' slug (bang) |
Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged |
Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard |
Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word |
I’m sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit |
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain’t done shit |
I’m killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers |
I’m a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch |
I’m slappin' hoes and cappin' fools |
It ain’t shit |