Käännös: Mercedes. N: n Eikö Shit (feat. Mia X).
niggas ain't shit They talk a lot of shit And rag on they dicks But we don't fell shit [Mercedes] Most of you niggas be talking shit like you don't eat
don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice You public enemy number one right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit
me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the prozone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot
ain't time to fold, hoe New York niggaz got crazy game But outta town niggaz is all the same Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot That's because when it's beef, they ain
focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin
deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
's gold Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face Talking funds, n-ggas ain't never seen
Harding did to Nancy They don't want you to win no more Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends
I wanna tell everybody And I wanna tell everybody the feelin [Sean Garrett] Now baby, baaaby You doin' things with my heart ain't never felt, it's so
If yo' shit ain't one been one minded the swine flu h1n1 virus Am I like Jason no I'm more like Michael Myers I am the shit I need to wear diapers When
down, gettin' paid now You motha' fuckas shouldn't have nothin' to say now Got a middle finger for y'all, scratch that Man I ain't even thinkin' uh
lead, so follow Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow It's the S.A.S express don't get caught
ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin
ain't shit Gotta lay up under niggas and cook and suck dick (MJG) Not clean for a nigga and fix my truck bitch But everythang that you do still ain't
till you fall, till you tired of rockin' it Tiffany ain't cold till you tired of coppin' it Cold compressor, Ma, I know you tired of droppin' it Here's
we gonna sing this Three we on top of the world but we ain't sayin' shit It's the movement, and the truth is 'Cause Trina and Missy ain't got to prove shit
