Main Thang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
Diamonds on my neck dancin' like Rick James
n*gga workin' with the pigs, that's a damn shame
n*ggas on that bullsh*t, we on the same thing
Shooter got a hundred piece, still'll snatch your chain
n*gga think we finna fight, I'm finna blow his brains
I ain't playin' with no n*gga, so I came with a K
I'm finna make a hundred mil', that's how I'm feelin' today
This n*gga still ain't got no money, it's still on the way
I'm finna make a hundred mil', that's how I'm feelin' today
n*gga think I'm finna fight, I'm finna blow his brains
Shooters got a hundred mil', still'll snatch your chain, the Plug
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Verse 2]
I think these n*ggas hate me 'cause I got the torch
Or maybe 'cause I'm twenty ridin' in a Porsche
Knock-knock flock, peek-a-boo, I just found the cheese
b*tch please, I'll do some sh*t that you can't believe
They said you paid that for some shoes, you ridiculous
I said, "I'll do that sh*t again since you interested"
I see you pocket watching, that's the sh*t that's gon' get you chipped
Can't teach you how to do it, I just do with the fly Crip
Might put you through some hell, but I could buy you that Chanel
Don't never disrespect me, did this sh*t by myself
High-speed chases, coming home, countin' hella bands
I ain't here to scuffle, I'll send bullets through his fighting stance
b*tch, I'm R3 and I take chili on the regular
If you got it, I'ma buy it, just tap in on my cellular
You know I got a b*tch, why would I make you my main b*tch?
This chopper eat him up, big bullets'll leave him brainless
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame
Sorry, baby, I can't be your main thing
The streets got my heart, b*tch, I'm gang gang
Make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
You talkin' all this chili and you broke, it's a damn shame

[Outro: R3 Da Chilliman]
(Run that back, West)
I think these n*ggas hate me 'cause I got the torch
Or maybe 'cause I'm twenty ridin' in a Porsche