It Ain't, Pt. 2 Lyrics - Scarface

[Verse 1] 

I got a problem how you do that there 

It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere 

Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit 

And aint no motherfucking question know who run this bitch 

I got my nigga Erick Sermon he supplied the beat 

And I be in the vocal booth, supply the heat 

Up in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs 

With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone 

And it's a thin red line between what was and aint 

Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink 

I be in southside nigga til it's said and done 

And I was always taught to take the bread and run 

Here it is, the motherfucking moment of truth 

I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do 

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[HOOK:] 

All these Rolex watches 

It aint shit to me 

And the Cristal poppin 

It aint shit to me 

Bitches out boppin 

Aint shit to me 

It aint shit to me, aint shit to me 

[Verse 2] 

Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck 

I silence niggas like gag orders 

With motherfucking powderpuff I just add water 

I blow you punk bitches out the frame 

And I'ma make you hoes remember my name 

I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S 

I'm shuttin niggas down H child is mine I bet you know now 

So hush with the talk, talk 

Claimin you gon' put it on the map 

Well I done already done that 

So follow in footsteps of the gangsta shit's finest 

Since 1987, Mr. Scarface 

Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth 

The last man standin, now what you wanna do 

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[HOOK:] 

So you got tight flows 

It aint shit to me 

Money, hoes 

It aint shit to me 

Brand new clothes 

It aint shit to me 

Yeah right, see this Ro 

It aint shit to me 

Finna get a record deal 

It aint shit to me 

Build a house on the hill 

It aint shit to me 

Brand new Benz, big wheels 

It aint shit to me, aint shit to me, it aint shit to me 

[Verse 3] 

Now the moral of this story here is simple and plain 

Next time you mention southern rap remember the name 

All you magazine niggas gettin caught up in the new shit 

Just remember what the truth is 

My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is back 

Diary of a man made, nigga come and ask 

The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster 

Damn it feels good to be a gangster 

Smile for me now, I see the man died today, my fuel 

I'm still up in this bitch, what they wanna do 

[HOOK:] 

Ay, ay 

It aint shit to me 

All that talk it aint shit to me 

Big money aint shit to me 

It aint shit to me 

Publishing 

Aint shit to me 

Management deals aint shit to me 

Money, cars, jewelry 

Aint shit to me, aint shit to me