You Ain't No Menace

[Intro]

Where we at?

[Verse 1]

Got more 3-1-3 links than a figaro chain

'Cause since the tender age of ten, I been in the dope game

Touchin' grown man money, ran away from the crib

Caught my first sale charge when vans raided the spig'

Had to learn the harder way, but it made me a man

Pistol on the kitchen table, razor blade in my hand

MC Hammer with the soda, I was makin' it dance

Damn near cut my finger off when I was shavin' them yams

Now every year my semi make four hundrеd eighty-eight K

While latеly, I been M.I.A., no Babyface Ray

I'm from the concrete, I make it flood tsunamis

Ten years ago, shit, I feel like I could've fucked Ashanti

Why niggas wanna catch me sleepin', set me up and rob me?

Back in my ghetto, I was schemin' up a fuckin' Ponzi

If them niggas ain't gang, keep 'em the fuck from 'round me

Pull up all black, butter leather, something like the Fonzie

[Chorus]

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

And I can count my sins out in all cash money

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy

[Verse 2]

Rippin' and runnin', all these bricks gettin' fronted

Too many fumes in this room got me sick to my stomach

Jays lookin' all surprised, all this for a hundred

Work white as a golf ball, I could kick it or punt it

Tip it or bunt it, dump it off, hit it or touch it

Quick to turn a softball to a Chicken McNugget

Still in the rubbish where my niggas really be thuggin'

Niggas ain't killin' nothin', these young niggas killin' for nothin'

Got a switch with a button if you reppin' 227

Ten times outta nine he ain't gon' snitch if you press him

Catch him diggin' through the crates, I got a vintage collection

All of they shit soundin' alike, I got a different selection

Six-three, brown eyes, fair-skinned in complexion

Mirror image of God, I was made in his reflection

Owe a couple niggas' bullets to the face with the FN

Don't let me find out you pussies had to pay for protection

[Chorus]

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

And I can count my sins out in all cash money

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie

I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me

Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy

[Outro]

Alright, gang. I'ma call you around the same time tomorrow, dawg

Alright, you still got some money on the phone, so shit, call me whenever

Alright, in a bit. I love you, boy

I love you too, gang

Of course

Yeah, it's on. One