It Aint Yo Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

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It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo 

I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice 

It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul 

Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?) 

It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know 

It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo 

Another lost soul, up at the crossroads 

Regulatin' up in this thang 

while you suckers hatin up in this thang 

You might as well respect the game 

''cause it's time to see a change 

Talk about your flows and your clothes 

And all your hos and your doughs 

What about the ones with the holes in their souls 

Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow 

And how you done lived with their dough 

And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you know 

Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed 

While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real 

So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the game 

Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name 

That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation 

Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication 

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Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be 

Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies 

And think they thuggin but really buggin 

On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin 

While they locked in the cell, 

See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want that 

Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back 

Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch 

Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this 

And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist 

Too many people livin they life and never knowin the risk 

And yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyrical 

I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricle 

It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai 

It ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank 

Or that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool 

Runnin around and thinkin you cool, ''cause you got your tattoos 

But you ain't got a clue 

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For all the ones that's locked down 

You claim you spreadin them love 

But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs 

And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear 

Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of dough 

It's like every other city you go and on these videos 

Every time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo 

Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'll 

You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl 

Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call 

That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord 

Like I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling 

It ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangs 

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