Scram Jones - I Ain't The One To Fuc Wit lyrics

[Verse 1 - Scram Jones] I get a kick, a hat Then a slap, a snare I keep a chick on my lap like it's santa's chair Give you daps Hit the lats Drop the chandelier Spit a New York rap But breathe Cali air Rub my rabbit foot Prayed on rabbit ears Smokin carrot cake kush Cuttin out of cannabis Jumpin in the ring Before the ding you hear The champ is here [echo] Then I give you two black eyes Pay the man It's all about stunt blocks and hip hop Stuff d** in ziploc Some plug like Kid Rock The kid rocker Hit shock of hip hop Made a pit stop at gridlock Grabbed a record from the thrift shop Gimme dat Diggin in the crates DITC With two turntables before my MPC Now I flip the script Yeah this DJ spit And I write my own rhymes Produce my own sh** [Chorus:] I...I..I..I..I...I.. I ain't the one to fuc wit (word) I...I..I..I..I...I.. I ain't the one to fuc wit (word) I...I..I..I..I...I.. I ain't the one to fuc wit (word) Write my own rhymes Produce my own sh** Yeah boy I ain't the one to fuc wit (echo) [Verse 2:] [Diamond D] We don't quit Ain't no place in this rap We don't sit I don't fuc around with clowns We don't grit Oysters, clams, steaks We eat those s... Move in silence Incognito s... Lil' man I don't dance on front street I left a clown missing front teeth Who want beef? Blow smoke in your face From the blunt leaf Awwh Wanna burn me bad But a bunch of mannequins Don't concern me dad Frontin' only goin' leave you on the gurney lad Deal with the wrong cat Earnie Lad Thumb in your throat Gun in the tote Either way smashing your dreams Dulling your hope Laughing all up in your face (k) What's happening Laughing all the way to Chase Manhattan [Chorus]