Ain't Cha (feat. Re-Up Gang)

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake

Hustling them E's and that C's and that H

While you probably talking frantic on the tape

N***** in the hood ain't tryna to hear, "Man it was a mistake"

To call you a b****, not a bandit at ya wake

Epitaph reading how much damage you could take

While I'm on the boat with ya b***, salmon on the plate

I know why you liked her, the *** it was great

Loving these bezels sets, change with no space

Eighty-six karats, you know how much digging

In the planet this could take?

Patent leather bapes, uh, uh, closet like Planet of the bape

Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place

Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes

You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats

You n***** tryna take my place? Neva happen

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Dig it, every time I do it, encore

Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors

Ma, and I'm blingin' like baby with all that s*** on

My block pop 'til all that s*** gone

What? You n***** hardly eat

What you spend on a home is a golden piece

On the chest of a bizoss, it's a must I flizoss

My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff

From the kickoff, to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs

Ice glazed like lip gloss

Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr

Look up in the skiz eye, it the big dip-arr

(That's cold)

It's chilly in Philly, it's that real

Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill

Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill

Like a waterfall, *** around make me slaughter y'all

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Oh, you just gon' take without asking ain't cha?

You just grabbin', you ain't earnin' for s**, that's too old fashion

Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up

Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?

I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you

One and one is two, it's just as simple as Blue's Clues

The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around

For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown

Meanwhile study something n***, this Gucci, Parker

From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques

If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas

In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit

Keep it moving like in keys of ***

Your the 100th motherf***** and I'm [Incomprehensible]

Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law

If it seems the walls are closing in it's only 'cause they are, muthaf*****

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker

I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega

My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle

That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters

Rimoldi is so gaudy but it's just so picture perfect

As I lean in that six forty-five CI

I'm on them blades likes T.I.

The n***** hate to measure 'cause they knee high

Still slangin' that PI, E what I bring by

Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I

Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I

Can't let it go 'cause a n**** got to eat, I

Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder

And the pot, stirred it crazy, hustle I'm a lead-a

Still in the game, tippin' the scale like Libra

You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar, no

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get a big chain ain't cha?

Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?

Hmm, gon' getcha air force plane ain't cha?

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?

Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?