punk) We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump) [Proof:] I ain't feel no games, homie don't even try We ain't bowin' down to no one
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) We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump) [Proof:] I ain't feel no games, homie don't even try We ain't bowin' down to no one we
said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts Motherfuckers got scared
nigga that?s what I call that I never been a rat And I don?t fuck with the lame I took lost bounce bitch and charged it to the game Always been the same I ain?t
prepared We got them straps you n-ggas look at and flinch Ghetto n-gga get rich, what you think I'ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got the
Ain't no tellin' what this life bound to bring One day ya here, the next day ya gone That's why I try to live right Don't wanna live wrong Ain't no guarantee
test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only
a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums Bitch Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth Can't
where they close for days You can roll in a nice whip, we be rolling haze Maintained in the game, and I?m so amazed Only Jews that we got was advice
on us Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last But I won't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon' brawl worse than
do, but I can't and I wont say I tried but I know that's a lie cuz I don't, and why I just don't know..... (Chorus End) ( Verse2 ) Maybe just a nice
do, if you couldn't make it to the NBA? What would you do, if you couldn't sing, like a Mary J? What would you do, if you couldn't hit a white ball,
hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was that I ain't saying confessed definetely ain't saying snitch
is some proof tonight I'm lookin' for it in your eyes Ain't no chuch bells ringing Ain't no flags unfurled Just me and you and the faith we're bringing
ain't no game with me If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no friend to me So cut to brush it out, you ain't no ken to me I got them whole thangs,
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof
a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin' new, we
