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I ain't shit but I'm the shit that's with the shits Bitch nigga, quit your shit 'Cause I got a lot of niggas that'll split your shit And I got a lot of (Vinny Idol, nigga) niggas that'll hit you quick Niggas is droppin' but I doubt that he droppin' heat Niggas is poppin' but I doubt that they poppin' heat Yeah, I'm in the legal shit 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 shit is weak Rather make a ton of money, watch all them niggas 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 niggas'll cut it up like a DJ He say, she say is bitch nigga shit We in the rich nigga shit on the freeway I don't talk dirt on the phone, not even prepaids Fleas kill dogs, my nigga, don't be a pea brain Smoke and money on the mind, yeah, that's P brain Thinkin' 'bout killin' these rappers but I refrain Letras de cancionesI'm sellin' veggies in the hood Old Ghost will turn niggas veggies in the hood We the block mom, nigga, the spaghetti even good Here, got a little brown sugar in it Hoopty got a ratchet, a knife, and a hoodbooger in it Ghost I ain't shit and you ain't shit So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't shit I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't shit And I'm already sick so the flu ain't shit I ain't shit and you ain't shit So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't shit I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't shit And I'm already sick so the flu ain't shit What you think I pray for? Shit I gotta pay for Homie got cocaine sittin' on the eighth floor Other homie got the ratchet, wanna take your face off Told them niggas chill but I think they cut they brakes off They ride, I ride, that's how it is, homie Ghost a short nigga 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 Fuck 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 Niggas 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 shit I ain't shit but still tell you that you ain't shit Ghost I ain't shit and you ain't shit So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't shit I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't shit And I'm already sick so the flu ain't shit I ain't shit and you ain't shit So nobody ain't gotta ask who ain't shit I'm a D-Block animal, my zoo ain't shit And I'm already sick so the flu ain't shit I ain't shit but I'm the shit that's with the shits Bitch nigga, quit your shit 'Cause I got a lot of niggas that'll split your shit And I got a lot of niggas that'll hit you quick I ain't shit but I'm the shit that's with the shits Bitch nigga, quit your shit 'Cause I got a lot of niggas that'll split your shit And I got a lot of niggas that'll hit you quick From Letras Mania