We ain't got shit
but our words and our balls
& We ain't got a grip
but We'll grip all y-all
with these spits on the mic
cuz our shit's so tight
Shit 'ull sophocate your
Mutha f***in' Windpipe!
We take it everywhere. No hold barred! Intelligent Insanity.
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Story behind the song
'least We can Rap!
Lyrics
Ain't got Shit
Yeah, shit
It aint no fun nigga
to be a broke nigga
for real man
that's what I'm talkin 'bout
Fuck that shit
It aint no fun
Fuck that shit
Now I ain't got shit,
but my words and my balls.
& I ain't got a grip,
but I'll grip all ya'll
with these spits on the mic
Cuz my shit's so tight,
this shit 'll sophocate
your mutha fuckin windpipe!
You might see me in a Hoopty
that away
To take the bucket to the movies
matinee
I got 5 but baby we need 10
cuz two movie tickets is too much ta spend
So don't trip when I slip in the clip
& I do my fuckin shit
Where's your fuckin money clip bitch?
Cuz a nigga got deep pockets
Every time I where my 9 I straight rock it
You can't stop it, I do it all the time
My fettie movin steady when I pull out the shine
So fuck rappers on the TV mainstream
They all seem like they rap about the same thing
Like Money, Hos, Cloths bad ass Whips
Like they all of that, and a bag of Chips
but I aint hatin, I'm just demon straightin
how they got it all good
as for me, I got nathen
I ain't got shit,
but my words and my balls.
& I ain't got a grip,
but I'll grip all ya'll
with these spits on the mic
Cuz my shit's so tight,
this shit 'll sophocate
your mutha fuckin windpipe!
Fuckin' poor man!
I ain't got shit! Yo!
How am I sposed ta get me some bitches,
when I can't even afford me some ho's?
Now I ain't got shit, but the sun and the rain
So I'll drop another hit, & I'll spit away the pain
Gota prove once again, that my skill with a pen
is the Stuff of Legends, but my name ain't Zelda!
"You can't see me!", that's what John Cena said.
"You don't know me!", that's what Ice T bled.
And if ya see me on the block
chill with my 9
gona buck you with the Glock
nigga give me mine
I gota bank account with no &'s
but your still gona see me
in the Big Body Benz
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin
what, what
in the car that's stolen, stolen
Lepht Nutt ridin shotgun, chillin with a shotgun
lookin for some Dro to smoke, cuz we aint got none.
Why?
Cuz We ain't got shit,
but our words and our balls.
& We ain't got a grip,
but we'll grip all ya'll
with these spits on the mic
Cuz our shit's so tight,
shit 'll sophocate your mutha fuckin windpipe!
