Styles P - I Ain't sh** lyrics

[Intro] I ain't sh** but I'm the sh** that's with the sh**s b**h n***a, quit your sh** 'Cause I got a lot of n***as that'll split your sh** And I got a lot of (Vinny Idol, n***a) n***as that'll hit you quick [Verse 1: Styles P] n***as is droppin' but I doubt that he droppin' heat n***as is poppin' but I doubt that they poppin' heat Yeah, I'm in the legal sh** but I pop up on the street Right next to the goons, God bless the deceased Have you ever seen brain matter next to your feet? Then stand in the hood right next to the creeps? Watch it pop on the spot or less than a week So I told my little homie know that all that sh** is weak Rather make a ton of money, watch all them n***as weep Nightmares from the past, hold the shotty in my sleep Askin' myself, "Who could I trust?" Be a player like Kobe or owner like Jerry Buss Terry Cloth sweats in the 'Vette that's cherried up Red suits, red guts, and they thinkin' I'm Blooded up Told the plug send the work and them n***as'll cut it up like a DJ He say, she say is b**h n***a sh** We in the rich n***a sh** on the freeway I don't talk dirt on the phone, not even prepaids Fleas k** dogs, my n***a, don't be a pea brain Smoke and money on the mind, yeah, that's P brain Thinkin' 'bout k**in' these rappers but I refrain I'm sellin' veggies in the hood Old Ghost will turn n***as veggies in the hood We the block mom, n***a, the spaghetti even good Here, got a little brown sugar in it Hoopty got a ratchet, a knife, and a hoodbooger in it Ghost [Chorus] I ain't sh** and you ain't sh** So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't sh** I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't sh** And I'm already sick so the flu ain't sh** I ain't sh** and you ain't sh** So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't sh** I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't sh** And I'm already sick so the flu ain't sh** [Verse 2: Styles P] What you think I pray for? sh** I gotta pay for Homie got c**aine sittin' on the eighth floor Other homie got the ratchet, wanna take your face off Told them n***as chill but I think they cut they brakes off They ride, I ride, that's how it is, homie Ghost a short n***a but I'm still a big homie I go to wig, homie, they gon' call the pigs on me Have me sittin' in the yard, brollicked up with shivs on me f** that Catch you later and be violent, I Rather get high and island hop Or take a UK trip Keep it funky in the hood like a pool day zip n***as know me 'round Dyckman, for a pool, they flip Sour rim from Miami, yeah, two day trip Play me Monday, you dead on some Tuesday sh** I ain't sh** but still tell you that you ain't sh** Ghost [Chorus] I ain't sh** and you ain't sh** So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't sh** I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't sh** And I'm already sick so the flu ain't sh** I ain't sh** and you ain't sh** So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't sh** I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't sh** And I'm already sick so the flu ain't sh** [Outro] I ain't sh** but I'm the sh** that's with the sh**s b**h n***a, quit your sh** 'Cause I got a lot of n***as that'll split your sh** And I got a lot of n***as that'll hit you quick I ain't sh** but I'm the sh** that's with the sh**s b**h n***a, quit your sh** 'Cause I got a lot of n***as that'll split your sh** And I got a lot of n***as that'll hit you quick