Tela - The World Ain't Enuff lyrics

{Tela} Hey J, I love you, and the hustle For puttin' down the way so the South don't struggle Now n***as wanna play, like they forgot the muscle That paid the way for them to pick you up and touch you Don't play, you know them b**hes wasn't f**in' with us Segagrated us, called us country as f** n***a swallow it up, you can follow it up Started small time, dope game, started it up So what these n***as made a couple of grand A couple of fans, now n***as wanna bite at the hand You think that we playin' y'all n***as ain't trill with sh** You need to grab on yo nuts, and remember the sh** That made ya get crunk, get buck, tear da club up Throw sh**, shoot sh**, bloom sh**, then duck Some n***as wanna see 'em die, I just kiss 'em and cry and Keep a Pistol close by Rap-A-Lot {Chorus-MJ} You think that we gonna stop, The World Ain't Enuff for Rap-A-Lot {2x} Noo ohhh {Lo-Key} Uhh , uhh , uhh Yes sir It's a dirty world, but it ain't enuff They wonder why me and them boy's be cuttin' up They wonder why we been in this thing for ten tight I spit the realist game ya ever hear in yo life I put that on the Lot, my block, my ice My wife be on lock, and my pocket be grey twice I'ma double up nice, when i drop it like dice Watch me come up in the game like a thief in the night Got hoes like Whoa!, where them n***as come from? I'ma Ace-Double-O De Don, I get it done n***a what huh What y'all know about that? What y'all know bout them boys who put the Dirty on the map? Somebody dead wrong, they should have told y'all bout them cats Now we got to act bed, and take the whole world back n***as can't stop that, be ready to ride It's the L-O-K-E-Y and I want the whole pie {Chorus-MJ} {ScarFace} Yo, yo old man check it out He been hustle {???}, the game par-locked Rap-A-Lot run block, so brother hood don't stop If ya scared call Cops, they don't want none See all we fearin' is God, the morgue don't run We done came a long way, from the Rhine Stone days Livin' from Pillar to Post, livin' next door to J I remember the struggle, J inbeded the hustle Picked us off the street and out of trouble I ain't never said this in public before n***a But I love you and he who ever crosses the Prince, Will feel a muscle, I know you n***as say you not Shaq at this label But without Phil Jackson, I just be another player, and not MVP Yo to my n***a J, that's it, The World Ain't Enuff for Rap-A-Lot (Chorus-MJ}