It Ain’t Part II lyrics

by

Bun B


[Verse 1]
I got a problem how you do that there
It's been thirteen years and ain't went nowhere
Still, one of the coldest ever done this sh*t
And ain't no motherf*cking question know who run this b*tch
I got my n*gga 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 ain't
Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink
I be in southside n*gga til it's said and done
And I was always taught to take the bread and run
Here it is, the motherf*cking moment of truth
I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do

HOOK:
All these Rolex watches
It ain't sh*t to me
And the Cristal poppin
It ain't sh*t to me
b*tches out boppin
Ain't sh*t to me
It ain't sh*t to me, ain't sh*t to me

[Verse 2]
Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck
I silence n*ggas like gag orders
With motherf*cking powderpuff I just add water
I blow you punk b*tches out the frame
And I'mma make you hoes remember my name
I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S
I'm shuttin n*ggas down, H town 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 sh*t's finest
Since 1987, Mr. Scarface
Gosh, I'mma stop you at the moment of truth
The last man standin, now what you wanna do
HOOK:
So you got tight flows
It ain't sh*t to me
Money, hoes
It ain't sh*t to me
Brand new clothes
It ain't sh*t to me
Yeah right, see this Ro
It ain't sh*t to me
Finna get a record deal
It ain't sh*t to me
Build a house on the hill
It ain't sh*t to me
Brand new Benz, big wheels
It ain't sh*t to me, ain't sh*t to me, it ain't 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 n*ggas gettin caught up in the new sh*t
Just remember what the truth is
My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is back
Diary of a mad man, n*gga comin agg'
The wall, the dead, lettin n*ggas know I ain't 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 b*tch, what they wanna do
HOOK:
Ay, ay
It ain't sh*t to me
All that talk it ain't sh*t to me
Big money ain't sh*t to me
It ain't sh*t to me
Publishing
Ain't sh*t to me
Management deals ain't sh*t to me
Money, cars, jewelry
Ain't sh*t to me, ain't sh*t to me
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