{Tela}

Hey J, I love you, and the hustle

For puttin' down the way so the South don't struggle

Now niggas wanna play, like they forgot the muscle

That paid the way for them to pick you up and touch you

Don't play, you know them bitches wasn't fuckin' with us

Segagrated us, called us country as fuck

Nigga swallow it up, you can follow it up

Started small time, dope game, started it up

So what these niggas made a couple of grand

A couple of fans, now niggas wanna bite at the hand

You think that we playin' y'all niggas ain't trill with shit

You need to grab on yo nuts, and remember the shit

That made ya get crunk, get buck, tear da club up

Throw shit, shoot shit, bloom shit, then duck

Some niggas wanna see 'em die, I just kiss 'em and cry and

Keep a Pistol close by Rap-A-Lot



{Chorus-MJ}

You think that we gonna stop,

The World Ain't Enuff for Rap-A-Lot

{2x}

Noo ohhh



{Lo-Key}

Uhh , uhh , uhh Yes sir

It's a dirty world, but it ain't enuff

They wonder why me and them boy's be cuttin' up

They wonder why we been in this thing for ten tight

I spit the realist game ya ever hear in yo life

I put that on the Lot, my block, my ice

My wife be on lock, and my pocket be grey twice

I'ma double up nice, when i drop it like dice

Watch me come up in the game like a thief in the night

Got hoes like Whoa!, where them niggas come from?

I'ma Ace-Double-O De Don, I get it done nigga what huh

What y'all know about that? 

What y'all know bout them boys who put the Dirty on the map?

Somebody dead wrong, they should have told y'all bout them cats

Now we got to act bed, and take the whole world back

Niggas can't stop that, be ready to ride

It's the L-O-K-E-Y and I want the whole pie



{Chorus-MJ}



{ScarFace}

Yo, yo old man check it out

He been hustle {???}, the game par-locked

Rap-A-Lot run block, so brother hood don't stop

If ya scared call Cops, they don't want none

See all we fearin' is God, the morgue don't run

We done came a long way, from the Rhine Stone days

Livin' from Pillar to Post, livin' next door to J

I remember the struggle, J inbeded the hustle

Picked us off the street and out of trouble

I ain't never said this in public before nigga

But I love you and he who ever crosses the Prince,

Will feel a muscle, I know you niggas say you not Shaq at this label

But without Phil Jackson, I just be another player, and not MVP

Yo to my nigga J, that's it, The World Ain't Enuff for Rap-A-Lot



[Chorus-MJ}