It Ain't Shit Lyrics - Geto Boys

Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut 

Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden 

Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut 

Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden 

Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut 

Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden 

Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86 

And 1987, I was swore into the clique 

All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes 

And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues 

Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups 

Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ? 

Car down crush portion and fresh paint 

Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank 

All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope 

'Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat 

It's 1993 new bounds are being broken 

If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' 

'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' 

'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' 

'Cause I remember back when the nigga had green 

Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend 

Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two 

Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you 

Everythings cool, I'm the niggas man 

Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand 

But I just walked away and left his shit to hang 

'Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang 

And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick 

A nigga say, "What up?", I look around and I say "This" 

And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed 

'Cause if he wants a chunk, I'm a get up in his shit 

Huh, like it ain't shit, yeah 

I thought you knew 

It ain't shit 

{Incomprehensible} 

Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' 

Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey 

Reminisced on fast times, past times and shit 

Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick 

I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps 

Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps 

I knew he had some drama, I didn't even have to ask it 

Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses 

He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' FUCK 

I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up 

My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static 

Never showin' fear 'cause these niggas never had it 

Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war 

Quick to kill your ass and quick to jack your car 

So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it 

'Cause what's about to happen, you may not be able to stomach 

Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry 

So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die 

Fuckin' with my family, you dick is in the paint 

So don't think that it's shit 'cause niggero it ain't 

Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks 

Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks 

And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit 

'Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits 

Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder 

And since you want me to die you gots to die 'cause you deserve ta 

Now here take this motherfuckin' slugs (bang) 

'Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged 

Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard 

'Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word 

I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit 

Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit 

I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas 

With a slug from a glock motherfuckers 

I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch 

I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools