Ain't Nothin' Nice
Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga
Get yo hand outta my pocket
It ain't nothin' nice
Ras Kass: Son I'm skimming through the
Billboard Top R&B album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I'm
Real with or without one
Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin' beedies to the pink string
On the microphone I'm like
The moody Mic Corleone with 36 zones
Big homies told me to be the man understand
If niggas is playin' hardball then why
The fuck you throwin' underhand?
See only the small mind is small time
That's the reason why that busta is
Still sellin' nicle sacks of ganja
You two bit hustla I'm the
Wrong brother like Clockers
Wouldn't give you five cents to
Put cheese on a whopper
So see a niga dea a mere niga rea
Bea I'm rollin' iwth the Crowbar clea
Still wearin' my bathing suit like
I was asshole naked
I fake it till you make it
I'll take it nigga hook
Flip: While most kids in school goin'
Through that whole child
Your pushin' rock on the block cause
The spot we have found (Flip)
I make my doe
And I make sure I kept my game on tight
Layin' low in the day and
Serve that yay by moonlight
They outta sight when the roll by
I'm still in they Chuchs servin'
Clucks as they stroll by
Low key the smokeys know my name
Ain't no slippin' when they trippin'
Cuase I done peep game
Now I have clout and they raided ran me out
I sold my last ounce then I
Bounce to my baby mamas house
Time to bail couldn't spend no time in jail
Had to be out on them streets
Hurry up and make my sale
But now it's on cause I'm grown
And I'm still a G but it's cause I sell my
Crack? in this industry
Remember me when you hustle runnin' right
Do or die other side Flip for life beeotch
It ain't nothin' nice it ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice my nigga
It ain't nothin' nice sister
It ain't nothin' nice it ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice get my hustle on
My nigga word is bond ras Kass:
Now it's either give me the
Money give me the power
Or give me four twenty five an hour
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do?
To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine
Cause I know niggas that's college graduates
That's broke askin' for dimes
And nickle sacks
Nigga give me back I'll give you some
You wash my back I wash yours
I do rap tours while niggas
Be lookin' for the rapture
I don't understand cause niggas gotta capture
Your own and keep your eyes on the prize
Cause Clinton is pimpin'
Nigga you might as well be tempin'
You wanna be eatin' jumbo shrimp and lobster?
I want two hundred thousand in the bank
You wanna be the imposter mobster
Recognize like Sam Sneed
I got unborn twins to feed
So make the next man bleed
I just might cause ain't nothin'
Right in my life
God hlep me it ain't nothin' nice
Hook
From LA to NY, aTL and back it ain't nothin'
Nice to all my niggas
And my bitches throw your
Motherfuckin' hands in
The air and keep 'em there
It's a stick up (It's a stick up nigga) hook