Birdman - Ain't That a b**h lyrics

Hey Hey Hey! [Hook] Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya n***as ain't loyal you n***as ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a b**h! And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthaf**in mack This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! [Verse One] Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone Gonna keep spittin this sh** for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this sh** I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin this street sh** in ya ear Gonna speak in every single street this year My sh** beat in every jeep on every street this year Wizzle F Baby, y'all n***as can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr., junior I'm a man to another man to a b**h I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men A hundred proof in my other hand If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin [Hook] Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya n***as ain't loyal you n***as ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a b**h The cops is watchin streets are talkin Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful Ya n***as ain't loyal you n***as ain't lawyers And everybody saw ya and ain't that a b**h [Verse Two] Now all the b**hes got me strollin wit my dick in my hand And these n***as got me rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a n***a dont miss They tellin me I'm the sh** like a n***a dont piss But n***a dont slip cause I'll k** a punk b**h Word Up! And I dont affiliate with n***as I dont love neither b**hes just money and d** n***a Leave ya b**hes ya money and d** n***a Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug n***a How many more do ya love n***a Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the Young God Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour Plain yuk at a f** boy. f** Boy! [Hook] [Verse Three] I'm a muthaf**in man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya a** son The tech heat ya a** son put ya f**in chest beneath ya a** son Blooka blook blap bleep ya a** son (laughin) n***a tryin to see his grandson and we Got n***as in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy Wanna be me and don't even understand me Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible And advance a little due to the pine My n***as call me Little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line n***a thats S.Q. and we fine n***a thats S.Q. and we firrin n***a! [Hook] - 4X Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhf**in neck n***a Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...