Whats really happenin?
This shit again for the 99
Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal, and Craig B
It still aint my fuckin fault
Ya heard me?
(Uh ohhhhhh!)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
It aint my fault
(Did I do that)
It aint my fault
(Did I do that)
It aint my fault
(Did I do that)
Thats right my meat and potatoes come from my lyrical label
I throw my rhymes for No Limit like Jeff George throw for the Raiders
Dont cut the head off a hater, dont cash the check that they paid ya
Jump in a Deville or Mercedes, Lexus or Navigator
Five hundred niggas talkin bout what they goin do, how they goin ruin my day
Not none of them niggas be talkin like that when they come round my way
Hold your mouth as tight as you can, whatever you dont loosen your lip
I make your tightest hardest rapper brush his teeth with my dick
Im strict, Im rich, Im young, Im black, Im set
I got it, I hold it, I run it, I do it to death
Im hot, Im dirty, Im oiled, Im strapped, Im done
Dont blame it on me if the police find a pistol and blunt
Ahhhhh, lemme get it started, respect that I can finish
You talk about goin to war, if you knowin you cant win
Well make our money make cash, with no gimmicks
I ride the tank and my back reads No Limit
Mistah rowdy rowdy, write a book about it
Every rhyme, all the time you make a hook about it
Money I count it, but it aint enough
Heard I had chicks around me, chicks I cant touch
Since I have niggas around me that aint goin bust
If you ever see like that you know them niggas aint with us
It aint my fault if my name spell cash
It aint my fault if your girl got my name tatooed on her ass
It aint my fault if your concert cant sell out half the show
It aint my fault if you do twice as much as me and I get half the dough
Yall saw me style, change my flow
Bad money, good money, change my dough
I cant be bought, cant be bought, I didnt do it aint my fault
Now what
Made man (thats that rapper)
Mistah! (ghetto fabulous)
(Hangin out the door boy) 504 boy
(I bet I got cash) you got to get more boy
(Hit em up, hit the floor boy) Gotta go boy
(I dont die no hoe boy)
Thats Nino Brown (G Money) and Im Vito...boy
Yeah.
From the east coast
To the west coast
North, midwest, southside
All my dawgs
It aint chall fault, It aint my fault
Dont be mad at me
Im makin it happen ya heard me?
Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker
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