Demrick - It Ain't Nothin' lyrics

[Spoken intro] [B-Real] I used to carry a Glock On the waist line Man I don't waste time I'm strong on the ba** line You'll never taste mine See me on the screen f**ers beggin' for face time Get your own tape But don't bother to chase mine I got a block Man we havin' a great time You couldn't fill the shoes Anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage For the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you Get more by the K-9 Homies on the yard never walk in the main line The manes find that they can never be in the game I'm lettin' off rounds Hittin' blunts at the same time Pick a crew homie You a neon to save time b**hes like you always spittin' the same rhymes We put you all to shame You never went through the same grind Put you in the bind the minute you came by So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain [Hook] You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You's gunna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up [Sen Dog] I'm right here on the block When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack 2 fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with's strapped What ever happened To chin checkin' and wreckin' fools Try disrespecting me My Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your sh** split quick if you get in my face You wanna run wit' the dog Better stay in your place Cuss your little a** name don't hold no weight And your little a** safe couldn't hold my cake Get your asks denied down the road I take And let me tell you one more thing before I skate If you a fake or a snake I'mma send you to your grave You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You's gunna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up [DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish] [Sen Dog] Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter With a f**ed up demeanor for you punk mothaf**as Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas Im a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush us Can't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutches Or worse Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered It's gunna be a cold summer As soon as the hilt drops ALL BULLsh*t WILL STOP [B-Real] A couple scums in the street We don't care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime But I won't blink We go against everything Smoke all the green Got the flow wrong Swing it ain't nothing to me We put it down anywhere Like it's something to see So all you b**hes goin rogue with your haters degree And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work Punks act up and you bound to get hurt You wanna step up get your a** touched You wanna rap son get your a** buff Try to test us You's gunna get smashed up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up