up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't
nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help
she can make her butt talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a need
strong, here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my
walk in it close Maybe it's somebody else or a situation that you can't help Oh love, oh love, oh love, oh love, just ain't what it used to be I confronted
can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me [Chorus
a little too far There ain't a corner of this hallowed ground That we ain't laughed or cried on It's where we loved, lived and learned real life stuff
ain't one, hit me No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'? (Huh, you know a bitch ain't one) I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis But a bitch ain
I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas
Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't
a bit Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me Life
it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group
Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't
a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic But
clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move
sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs I ain't the nigger
talkin' all this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man Peace to my street niggas movin' that weight Much love
I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm