Ain't Cha Clipse Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

[Chorus - Pusha T] 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

[Verse 1 - Pusha T] 

Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake 

Hustling them E's and that C's and that H 

While you probably talking frantic on the tape 

Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake" 

To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake 

Epitaph reading how much damage you could take 

While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate 

I know why you liked her, the head it was great 

Loving these bezels sets, change with no space 

86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take? 

Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE! 

Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place 

Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes 

You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats 

You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen... 

[Chorus - Pusha T] 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

[Verse 2 - Sandman] 

Dig it, every time I do it, encore 

Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors 

Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on 

My block pop til all that shit gone 

What? You pussies hardly eat 

What you spend on a home is a golden piece 

On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss 

My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff 

From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs 

Ice glazed like lip gloss 

Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr 

Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr 

(Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real 

Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill 

Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill 

Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all 

[Chorus - Pusha T] 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

[Verse 3 - Malice] 

Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha? 

You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion 

Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up 

Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler? 

I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 

1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues 

The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around 

For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown 

Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker 

From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques 

If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas 

In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit 

Keep it moving like in KIs of coke 

You the 100th motherfucker and I'm Benicio (del Toro) 

Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law 

If it seems the walls are closing in its only cause they are 

Muthafucker 

[Chorus - Pusha T] 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

[Verse 4- Ab-Liva] 

I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker 

I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega 

My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle 

That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters 

Rimoldi is so gaudy 

But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI 

I'm on them blades likes T.I. 

The niggaz hate to measure ''cause they knee high 

Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by 

Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I 

Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I 

Can't let it go, ''cause a nigga got to eat, I 

Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder 

And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a 

Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra 

You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No! 

[Chorus - Pusha T] 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 

Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 

Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 

Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 

Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?