You Ain't No Menace (Explicit)-Nicholas Craven/Boldy James

作词 : Nicholas Craven/Boldy James/James Clay Jones III 作曲 : Nicholas Craven/James Clay Jones III Where we at? Got more 3-1-3 links than a figaro chain 'Cause since the tender age of ten, I been in the ** game Touchin' grown man money, ran away from the crib Caught my first sale charge when vans raided the spig' Had to learn the harder way, but it made me a man Pistol on the kitchen table, razor blade in my hand MC Hammer with the soda, I was makin' it dance Damn near cut my finger off when I was shavin' them yams Now every year my semi make four hundrеd eighty-eight K While latеly, I been M.I.A., no Babyface Ray I'm from the concrete, I make it flood tsunamis Ten years ago, shit, I feel like I could've **ed Ashanti Why niggas wanna catch me sleepin', set me up and rob me? Back in my ghetto, I was schemin' up a **in' Ponzi If them niggas ain't gang, keep 'em the ** from 'round me Pull up all black, butter leather, something like the Fonzie I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me And I can count my sins out in all cash money I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot Rippin' and runnin', all these bricks gettin' fronted Too many fumes in this room got me sick to my stomach Jays lookin' all surprised, all this for a hundred Work white as a golf ball, I could kick it or punt it Tip it or bunt it, dump it off, hit it or touch it Quick to turn a softball to a Chicken McNugget Still in the rubbish where my niggas really be thuggin' Niggas ain't killin' nothin', these young niggas killin' for nothin' Got a switch with a button if you reppin' 227 Ten times outta nine he ain't gon' snitch if you press him Catch him diggin' through the crates, I got a vintage collection All of they ** soundin' alike, I got a different selection Six-three, brown eyes, fair-skinned in complexion Mirror image of God, I was made in his reflection Owe a couple niggas' bullets to the face with the FN Don't let me find out you pussies had to pay for protection I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me And I can count my sins out in all cash money I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy-ass Chauncy Alright, gang. I'ma call you around the same time tomorrow, dawg Alright, you still got some money on the phone, so shit, call me whenever Alright, in a bit. I love you, boy I love you too, gang Of course Yeah, it's on. One