It Aint Part II Lyrics by Scarface

It Aint Part II Lyrics

    [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

    [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

    [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

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