Instrumental
I can tell they ain't used to this I can tell they ain't I can tell they ain't I can tell they ain't used to this I can tell they ain't used to this
pay bills I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me and the people across the street for real Homie, I'm just trying to pay bills I ain't rich, ain't
single day Because of you, I make the world pay Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live They don't love me, they love
don't know who to trust But give me a choice between real and fake, I'm gon know who to bust But if they bust me I ain't tripping, I know my death is
Mixx] Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school when we was fuckin' around ... 'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'mback, BITCH
bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair
, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out But they ain't feeling me
still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but
Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people
singing] People always talkin 'bout My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em I don't care
of homeboys I ain't cool with A lot of people that nigga went to school with Happy as hell to see the big dog doin' it But would none of them believe
pipes as I smoke in em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits
fuck around If a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't
[Busta Rhymes] Y'know, my homey Treach from Naughty By Nature once said If you ain't from the ghetto, don't COME to the fuckin ghetto But I'ma let one
a hickie I ain't wit it but give me a quicky I ain't in to doin the licky-licky even though you be lookin so pretty, I own all of my shit, never 50-50
t stop Til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick
