Ain't Cha

Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake Hustling them E's and that C's and that H While you probably talking frantic on the tape Niggas in the hood ain't tryna' to hear "Man it was a mistake" To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake Epitaph reading how much damage you could take While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate I know why you liked her, the head it was great Loving these bezels sets, change with no space 86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take? Patent leather Bapes uh, uh! Closet like planet of the Bape! Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats You niggas tryna' take my place? Never happen Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? Dig it, every time I do it, encore Slide out the Lincoln with the suicide doors Ma, and I'm blinging like Baby with all that shit on My block pop 'til all that shit gone What? You pussies hardly eat What you spend on a home is a golden piece On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs Ice glazed like lip gloss Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr (That's cold!) It's chilly in Philly, it's that real Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? Oh you just gon' take without asking ain't cha? You just grabbing, you ain't earning for shit, that's too old fashion Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler? I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit Keep it moving like in KIs of coke You the 100th motherfucker and I'm Benicio Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law If it seems the walls are closing in it's only 'cause they are Motherfucker Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? I'm a natural born hustler, I the risk taker I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters Rimoldi is so gaudy But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six forty-five CI I'm on them blades likes T.I. The niggas hate to measure 'cause they knee high Still slanging that P-I, E what I bring by Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I Never let it go, 'cause a nigga got to eat, I Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a Still in the game, tipping the scale like Libra You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar, no! Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get a big chain ain't cha? Hmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmm, goin' getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha? Hmm, you tryna' perfect ya aim ain't cha?