Ain't Shit (feat. Breed & Bootleg) Lyrics & Tabs by Project: Deadman
Ain't Shit (feat. Breed & Bootleg)
guitar chords lyrics
Yea it's goin down for real now it's your boy Breed and Prozak yea and get a
blade
This pain is going on inside me so what you know about us? (2x)
(MC Breed)
There's seven steps to my attic follow me in
Behind it keep it simple like a violin
Fall in the pit and then you try again
Try again for thinkin your shit can win
'cause you a star livin in the monetary art
Of 10 white uniforms break your jaw
Got you twisted we had a real king but missed it
With all these trigga happy niggas actin like bitches
I'm sick it got me fed up with shit
That's on the real you suckin on my skill like a dick
I hate your family and you can't damage me
I'm sick it got me fed up with shit
That's on the real you suckin on my skill like a dick
I hate your family and you can't damage me
You know what I listen to your rap style and no what
No blow up and show no real potential
You but a better with instrumental
Now with this let us redefine this word bitch
'cause all these bitches I know they got dicks
Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!)
(4x)
(Prozak)
We flip the script and bustin shots
Bustin clips and bustin glocks
Bodies broken and fallin from brawlin
Niggas crawlin
Revenge and retaliation mass murder extermination
You're fightin in your future this 12 guage you're facin
I'm thinkin about the fact my mind is gone
Body battle plans like the Pentagon rockin it til the break of dawn
I'm knockin mother fuckers down like the twin towers
Me and Bootleg and Breed causin death showers
Still venemous with the flow Prozak's about to blow
Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show
Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains
Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names
Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!)
(4x)
(Bootleg)
I know that you jealous of me and my fellas you traitors
Bootleg's the storm that was born to crush all of you haters
So no hesitatin we eliminatin on Dayton
Follow my path in shadows and blood like Satan
1992 when we were screamin fuck cops
Summertime we on the grind what's on my mind just dropped
All I need is 1 mic 2 dykes 3 drinks and more
Don't hate me bitch I done said that before
Gettin tired opf the hokey doke
Disrespect me in anyway I'll bust at your mama while she at kareoke
Cross Prozak once and you'll die twice
Fuckin let me whipe my ass with your life
'cause bitch you aint shit
Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!)
(4x)
Bitches aint shit(4x)
