It Ain't

[Verse 1: Scarface]

Niggas hangin' deep on the cut

Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden

Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86

In 1987 I was sworn into the clique

All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes

And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues

Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups

Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof

Same car down crush bustin' fresh paint

Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank

All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope

'Cause back in the gang, you can get it by the boat

It's 1993, new bounds are being broken

If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'

'Cause I remember back when the nigga had green

Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend

Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two

Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remembers you

Everything's cool, I'm the nigga's man

Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga's hand

But I just walked away, and left his shit to hang

'Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang

And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick

A nigga say "What's up?"

I look around and I say "This!"

And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed

'Cause if he wants a chunk I'ma get up in his shit

[Interlude]

Like it ain't shit

I thought you knew

It ain't shit

[Verse 2: Scarface]

Creepin' comin' up on Yellowstone-y

Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homie

Reminisced on past times, fast times and shit

Smokin' on some bud, I came across my nigga Kick

I gave my boy some dap and asked him "What's the haps?"

Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps

I knew he had some drama I ain't even have to ask it

Now where were them bitches at?, it's time to kick some asses

He told what had happened, and now I'm thinkin' "Fuck"

I'm callin' up South Acres it's time to get 'em up

My motherfuckin' neighbourhood is quick to get with static

Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it

Everybody's strapped, quick to go to war

Quick to kill your ass, quick to jack your car

So if you see some shit, then I suggest you punch it

'Cause what's about to happen, you may not be able to stomach

Killers, killers, killers, steady smokin' fry

So nigga lay it down, or die motherfuckers die

Fuckin' with my family, your dick is in the paint

So don't think that it's shit, 'cause niggero it ain't

Shit to break 'em off, I'm breakin' 'em off with chunks

Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks

And drive-by shootins' ain't the motherfuckin' shit

'Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits

Killin' you ass for kicks, doin' shit for the murder

And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve to

Now here take this motherfuckin' slug (bang)

'Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged

Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard

'Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word

I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit

Until you face to face with Scarface you ain't done shit

I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers

I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch

I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools

It ain't shit