I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
[Hook]
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna knock you off your grind
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna run you off of your streets
I bet you gonn pop out, 18 was a drop out
Last day of that high-school, ran up, you got knocked out
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Old stories like new ones, fast forward, I bought new guns
Since then I moved 2 tons, of that mid grade it was too fun
Me and johhny go way back, same baggy, same track
Same spot where we moved that, 50-50 on 2 sacks
Smoke it up in extendos, California where the wind blows
Get it in by the FedEx, and you know that my ten folds
Same day that plane land, me and johhny got the same bands
True religion, robin jean, louie v's, same pants
Different shoes, different dollars with different dudes
Different spots with different money
We dipping out when we dippin through
[Hook]
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna knock you off your grind
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna run you off of your streets
Count money, my backroom, loaded up from the dice game
Big money, big chain, big rangs, big watches
I don't care cause the n***as plottin
I don't care I got a n***a to stop em
Sitting outside in the parking lot
With a big thang and they ready to choppin
Defense went offense, money moves I'm cautious
Young n***as is home breed, gather up for this bullsh**
Big stacks in my hand, looking over my shoulder
Kevlar on my chest plate, with the glock 40 my holster
Pop and tart my toaster, scrambled eggs with the steak meal
bu*ter bread with that razor bread, cause a young n***a gonn stay real
Now feed me, rubber bands and shoe boxes
1 boss with a b**h top, as soon as drop top with some head boppin
[Hook]
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna knock you off your grind
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna run you off of your streets
I'ma blow when I know, I'm so sure that I bit the pot
Can't make Atlanta panic, then they gonn b**h out
Turn your house into a tiger, whole crew with just spots
If not, catch your eyes, so what's sleeping to stretch you out
Got rid of the glock, had to go ahead and cope the k
Used to rock the fay, or the frow, like doctor jay
Jay ta meet the game like he did doctor dre
In my hood the young n***as will knock you out for a block of yay
I do it for them boys on the yard serving the 10 feet
And the ones that are rock the fans of the...
Take your ree up, n***a we up
f** me, bet ya ...
[Hook]
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna knock you off your grind
I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine
I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya
I'm gonna run you off of your streets.