It Ain`t Part Ii Lyrics

It Ain`t Part Ii lyrics

[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 motherf**king question know who run this bit*h
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 motherf**king moment of truth
I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do

[HOOK:]
All these Rolex watches
It aint sh*t to me
And the Cristal poppin
It aint sh*t to me
Bit*hes out boppin
Aint sh*t to me
It aint sh*t to me, aint sh*t to me

[Verse 2]
Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck
I silence niggas like gag orders
With motherf**king powderpuff I just add water
I blow you punk bit*hes 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
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 sh*t to me
Money, hoes
It aint sh*t to me
Brand new clothes
It aint sh*t to me
Yeah right, see this Ro
It aint sh*t to me
Finna get a record deal
It aint sh*t to me
Build a house on the hill
It aint sh*t to me
Brand new Benz, big wheels
It aint sh*t to me, aint sh*t to me, it aint sh*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 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 bit*h, what they wanna do

[HOOK:]
Ay, ay
It aint sh*t to me
All that talk it aint sh*t to me
Big money aint sh*t to me
It aint sh*t to me
Publishing
Aint sh*t to me
Management deals aint sh*t to me
Money, cars, jewelry
Aint sh*t to me, aint sh*t to me