(feat. Ras Kass)



[Hook]

It ain't nothin nice [x8]



[Ras Kass]

Son I be skimmin through the billboard top for an R&B album

Wonderin my outcome

Want the fat triangle but I'm real with or without one

Cause I'ma still sport wrinkles on my new jeans

Smokin beadies to the pink stream

On a microphone, I'm like the booty Michael Corleone 36 zone

The homies always told me to be the man, understand

If niggaz is playin hardball, then why the fuck you throwin underhand

See only the small modest mark time

That's the reason that bustas still sellin nickel sacks and ganja

You two bit hustla, I'm the grown brother like clockers

Went and give you five cents to put cheese on the whopper

So steer near clear a mere near rear bia

I'm rollin with the crowbar clear

Still wearin my favorite suit like I was asshole naked

Now fake it till you make it or take it nigga



[Hook]



[D.B.A. Flip]

My motions in school going through a whole child

Ya pushin rocks on the block cause the spots what ya found

I made my dough and I made sure I kept my name on tight

Layin low in the day and turn the day by moonlight

They out of sight when they go wild

Just to let them ??? service cluck as they stroll by

Lowkey the smokies on my name

Ain't no slippin when they crippin cause I done peeped game

Now I had closed, but then they ran me out

I sold my last ounce, then I bounced to my baby mama's house

Kind of bill couldn't get no kind of deal

Had to be out on them streets, hurry up and make my sales

But now it's on cause I'm grown and I'm still a G

But it's ??? I sell my crack by the tracks in this industry

Remember me when you hustle runnin right do or die on the side flip for life

biatch



[Hook x8]



[Ras Kass]

Now it's either give me the money, give me the power

Or give me 4.25 an hour, what the fuck you think I'm gone do

To be honest with you, I gonna get mine

Cause I known niggaz thats college graduates that's broke

Askin for dimes and nickel sacks

Nigga give me that and I give you some

You watch my back I watch yours

I do rap chores while niggaz be looking for the rapture

I don't understand cause niggaz gots to capture

Your own, now keep your eyes on the prize

Cause Clinton is peril, nigga you might as well be chimpin

I wanna be eatin jumbo shrimp and lobster

I want 200,000 in the bank, you wanna be the imposter mobster

Recognize like Sam Snead, I got 'em four twins to feed

So make the next man bleed, I just might

Cause ain't nothin right in my life

God help me, It ain't nothin nice



[Hook x4]

From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice

To all my niggaz and my bitches throw your motherfuckin hands in the air

And keep 'em there