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Statik Selektah Look, look, look Raw in the pot, bakin' soda, I'm on my fourth box Whip it 'til my wrist sore Youngin' still wanna sniff more and kick doors He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fifth for I know why these niggas pissed off 'Cause my kicks twelve hundred, smellin' like cookies in the KITH store Don't give a fuck a nigga 5'2" or 6'4" I get ticked off, two-piece him and wire his jaw A nigga violate, he gotta die, it's law I make a G call and niggas get off BAPE tiger, Wraith rider Catch them niggas that was talkin' and burn 'em with AK fire I don't know how bein' a runt feel Knew he was already slumped, fuck it, I emptied out the drum still Low top, the semis with the lock on 'em Green light if you get the drop on 'em, Machine (Hah) 'Cause it ain't too much it (It ain't too much to it) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah) Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (Lil' smoke, lil' fluid) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) SongtexteIf you knew better, then you'd do it (Bitch) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah Started hustlin' durin' Bush Sr., got rich by Obama Ran up in them traps with them straps like they came for Osama So when the pressure got applied, we ain't run from no drama Just give us what we came for, or get the stick to your— Now, look, man, I am a gangster, not a criminal or a crook, man And I can take it hard or soft, 'cause I can cook, man So when the king gets killed and only the rook stands I'll be knockin' on your door for your bread like Bookman And you'll be Florida, so come on outside into this corridor And give me that paper or meet the coroner I ain't warnin' you, you know my modus operandi Just give up the damn pie or you, him, and your man die And I ain't takin' it from you, you finna give it to me 'Cause the only way that you leavin' here livin' is through me Now matter fact, take off the jewelry and the shoes I need that iced-out Cuban link and them Chicago 2s, now run it (Hah) 'Cause it ain't too much it (It ain't too much to it) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah) Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (Lil' smoke, lil' fluid) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) If you knew better, then you'd do it (Bitch) It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah Ayy, man, I ain't gotta do shit but stay Black and die Tryna get rich as a motherfucker and stay Flygod (Boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm from the Westside, guns are like eyeballs (Grr) Let's face it, there's always a couple round like datin' Unc' had the six-tres on Daytons He used to specialize in beatin' cases Detectives pull up, no prints, no gloves Just a John Doe and a pair of Gary Paytons Good times If y'all ballin' then I'm on the wrong court You David and Goliaths only five-foot-nine But you ain't bring your slingshot this time So you don't want a problem at all, lil' guy, nah That's how the fuck you make a long story short No need to read between the lines Don't be a slave to a clock Bust it down or keep it Plain Jane In time you'll find It'll all come back the same thing Just watch One minute you circlin' the block Niggas catch you off your square The next minute, you in a box Oh, the beat really stopped I-I kinda needed a snare, or, or another one of them kicks Or somethin', somewhere right there What's up with this nigga Statik, man? Ayo Jimmo, ay, ayo Jimmo, let me hear that shit back real quick (This nigga Soul really retarded, man) Aus Songtexte Mania