It Ain’t sh*t lyrics

Scarface:
n*ggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherf*ckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't sh*t changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into the clique
All the triflin' b*tches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass n*ggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my n*ggas 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 n*gga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the n*gga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a n*gga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool I'm the n*ggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a n*gga hand
But I just walked away and left his sh*t to hang
Cause back in the game I had a motherf*ckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my di*k
A n*gga say "what up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a f*ck if the n*gga gets p*ssed
Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his sh*t
Scarface talking:
Huh like it ain't sh*t yeah. I thought you knew. It ain't sh*t. Uh, yeah
Yeah. Yeah

Scarface:
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my sh*t in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey
Reminisced on fast times past times and sh*t
Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my n*gga 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 b*tches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' f*ck
I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherf*ckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 n*gga lay it down or die motherf*ckers die
f*ckin' with my family you di*k is in the paint
So don't think that it's sh*t cause n*ggero it ain't
sh*t to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherf*ckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherf*ckin' sh*t
Cause n*ggas plot hits after motherf*ckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' sh*t for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta
Now here take two motherf*ckin' slugs (bang)
Cause f*ckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest n*gga being heard
Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherf*ckers thinkin' they run sh*t
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done sh*t
I'm killin' off you mark ass n*ggas with a slug from a Glock motherf*ckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew b*tch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't sh*t
It ain't sh*t you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah