[Verse 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 shit And aint no motherfucking 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 motherfucking moment of truth I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do
HOOK: All these Rolex watches It aint shit to me And the Cristal poppin It aint shit to me Bitches out boppin Aint shit to me It aint shit to me, aint shit to me
[Verse 2] Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck I silence niggas like gag orders With motherfucking 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 shit's finest Since 1987, Mr. Scarface time 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 shit to me Money, hoes It aint shit to me Brand new clothes It aint shit to me Yeah right, see this Ro It aint shit to me Finna get a record deal It aint shit to me Build a house on the hill It aint shit to me Brand new Benz, big wheels It aint shit to me, aint shit to me, it aint shit 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 shit 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 shit to me All that talk it aint shit to me Big money aint shit to me It aint shit to me Publishing Aint shit to me Management deals aint shit to me Money, cars, jewelry Aint shit to me, aint shit to me
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