Beat Butcha - Sho Nuff lyrics

[Intro] Sho nuff, aight Y'all n***as know [Hook] Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff) Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff) Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff) Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff) Who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town, me Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk I'm from grimy a** New York [Verse 1] My neck was only built for Cuban links Diamond chains, the finer things, you know My wrist was only made for APs Rollies, what you know about Robert Debeau, ho b**h I'm paid, bow when you see me, kiss my J's Let a n***a try and lift my chain And it's by little birdie, I clip those wings You chase chickens, I flip those things I f**ed your baby momma and I ain't kick no game Pockets on cheesecake all day Strawberry coke got shortcake Sold many pounds, feel like I lost weight Raw work, fiends can't keep they jaw straight You could run, you could hide, you're not at all safe Hope you got insurance, I be in all states [Hook] Verse 2 Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all The 40 move everything around me, leaves n***as bloody Lot of n***as gettin' k**ed y'all My clique like the Knicks in my city Shoot a n***a down, JR Smith in my city They claimin' that they ‘bout that, I doubt that Get smoked with the 40-cal loud-pack I guess this is where the fun stops n***as all fake, bust shots All my b**hes a** fat, some bu*t shots And if your chick with me she getting bu*t shots n***as getting weirder and weirder Got me feeling cooler and cooler Versace belt buckle, big Medusa I'm the past and the future (think about it) [Hook] Verse 3 Ladi dadi, brand new Ferrari Still got it on me, can't trust nobody I put on for my city, you a local clown It's over now, I'm here Don't call it a comeback, f** it call it a comeback And this right here is the grudge match Muhammed Ali with the jab, these n***as throwin' love taps Guess I gotta sting n***as to get my buzz back B, do anything to get my cars back Payback's always a must n***a, trust that My n***as bust, they don't bust back My b**hes bust and I bust back n***as get k**ed in the line of fire Dealers go broke tryna ball like suppliers They all goofballs And they got fools gold j**els on