Suga Free Ain T Shit Lyrics
Ain't Shit by Suga Free
Hey, what's up baby?-I mean 'bitch'
Ain't no lovey-dovey, 'walk in the park' shit with this
I see you outta pocket today baby-I mean 'hoe'
Go on home and choose him cause I don't need no more
These niggas trying to figure you dumb hoes out
Cause they ain't never slapped a bitch and told her to watch her mouth
Keep your hygiene up bitch, you growin' hair on your face
Plus, you ain't shit without me, I got some hell of a taste
Bitch, I got so many hoes I be forgettin' they names
Why you sellin' dime bags you little broke ass shame
I keep it pimpin' enough to teach them square niggas
I'm bigger than that bitch told you, let's share figures
You scared of high heights?
I make so much money you'll jump out a window about 4 or 5 flights, nigga
You a dead bitch, keep lookin hoe
I don't know what the fuck you lookin' for
Man, I wish I would open a door for a bitch.
Bitch, you better open this door for me.
The fuck you think this is?
You ain't my girlfriend, bitch and I definatly aint your boyfriend, hoe.
Got life twisted and fucked up.
Need to knock the teeth out your motha fuckin' mouth.
Go shave or somethin' bitch.
You look like a motherfuckin' man.
Nigga you braggin' because you fucked that bitch?
What you tryin' to do besides tell me you ain't got good sense?
You braggin' 'bout a bitch that ain't got shit?
Oh, that's your homegirl? You got your ass a death wish?
Ya'll motherfuckers don't wanna see me about nothin'
I ain't that hard to find either, nigga, so quit bluffin'
Let me catch you in my buisness, nigga, that's on my 'P'
Kiss your whole hood good-bye, nigga, run up on me
I make G's, I'm star, and partner I don't play
Don't let that bitch get you killed out here, kiss your moms, ok?
You wanna see me nigga?
About what?
About gettin' your buster ass gettin' beat the fuck up?
You nigga's better stay away from that bitch
Oh, that's your friend?
Lemme catch you with her nigga and I'ma check ya'll chin
Let that bitch get to runnin' off at the mothafuckin' mouth with me
Three strikes or not, fuck this music
Bitch I'm sockin' you in your mothafuckin mouth, straight up, and that's on 'P'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Some bullshit
Niggas need to start knockin' these bitches out, man
Yeah, bitch, you done fucked up now!
I can't wait to see this ass-whoopin' finally go down
You a fake, you a phoney, unsophisticated pig
[?] went by and you still ain't shit
Dead bitch walkin'
Don't know when to stop talking 'till the AK47 assult rifle starts barkin'
Who's your man bitch?
Somebody just like you?
Good for nothin', livin' with your mom, sellin' weed to you?
Bitch, go get some exercise and get a life!
To make the money that I make, bitch, you gotta die and come back twice
Yous just a broke bitch, yous a fake bitch
Yous a dope fiend, your sister a coke fiend
You a hood rat bitch and all that child neglect
One day, somebody gonna walk up to you a break your motha fuckin' neck
Now, how the fuck a bitch gonna have on better clothes, better shoes, than her motherfuckin' kids?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Bitch, you can not wear black panies with motherfuckin' pink parachutte pants
Stupid mothafuckin' idiot.
No fashion sense what so mothafuckin' ever.
Mad at the world ain't you? You know what?
If I was you and looked like you, bitch, I'd be mad too.
Ain't happy for shit, cause you ain't shit.
Your momma ain't shit.
And all your homeboys, and homegirls ain't shit.
That's Suga Free, nigga.
Come see me, nigga.
Ain't no lovey-dovey, 'walk in the park' shit with this
I see you outta pocket today baby-I mean 'hoe'
Go on home and choose him cause I don't need no more
These niggas trying to figure you dumb hoes out
Cause they ain't never slapped a bitch and told her to watch her mouth
Keep your hygiene up bitch, you growin' hair on your face
Plus, you ain't shit without me, I got some hell of a taste
Bitch, I got so many hoes I be forgettin' they names
Why you sellin' dime bags you little broke ass shame
I keep it pimpin' enough to teach them square niggas
I'm bigger than that bitch told you, let's share figures
You scared of high heights?
I make so much money you'll jump out a window about 4 or 5 flights, nigga
You a dead bitch, keep lookin hoe
I don't know what the fuck you lookin' for
Man, I wish I would open a door for a bitch.
Bitch, you better open this door for me.
The fuck you think this is?
You ain't my girlfriend, bitch and I definatly aint your boyfriend, hoe.
Got life twisted and fucked up.
Need to knock the teeth out your motha fuckin' mouth.
Go shave or somethin' bitch.
You look like a motherfuckin' man.
Nigga you braggin' because you fucked that bitch?
What you tryin' to do besides tell me you ain't got good sense?
You braggin' 'bout a bitch that ain't got shit?
Oh, that's your homegirl? You got your ass a death wish?
Ya'll motherfuckers don't wanna see me about nothin'
I ain't that hard to find either, nigga, so quit bluffin'
Let me catch you in my buisness, nigga, that's on my 'P'
Kiss your whole hood good-bye, nigga, run up on me
I make G's, I'm star, and partner I don't play
Don't let that bitch get you killed out here, kiss your moms, ok?
You wanna see me nigga?
About what?
About gettin' your buster ass gettin' beat the fuck up?
You nigga's better stay away from that bitch
Oh, that's your friend?
Lemme catch you with her nigga and I'ma check ya'll chin
Let that bitch get to runnin' off at the mothafuckin' mouth with me
Three strikes or not, fuck this music
Bitch I'm sockin' you in your mothafuckin mouth, straight up, and that's on 'P'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Some bullshit
Niggas need to start knockin' these bitches out, man
Yeah, bitch, you done fucked up now!
I can't wait to see this ass-whoopin' finally go down
You a fake, you a phoney, unsophisticated pig
[?] went by and you still ain't shit
Dead bitch walkin'
Don't know when to stop talking 'till the AK47 assult rifle starts barkin'
Who's your man bitch?
Somebody just like you?
Good for nothin', livin' with your mom, sellin' weed to you?
Bitch, go get some exercise and get a life!
To make the money that I make, bitch, you gotta die and come back twice
Yous just a broke bitch, yous a fake bitch
Yous a dope fiend, your sister a coke fiend
You a hood rat bitch and all that child neglect
One day, somebody gonna walk up to you a break your motha fuckin' neck
Now, how the fuck a bitch gonna have on better clothes, better shoes, than her motherfuckin' kids?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Bitch, you can not wear black panies with motherfuckin' pink parachutte pants
Stupid mothafuckin' idiot.
No fashion sense what so mothafuckin' ever.
Mad at the world ain't you? You know what?
If I was you and looked like you, bitch, I'd be mad too.
Ain't happy for shit, cause you ain't shit.
Your momma ain't shit.
And all your homeboys, and homegirls ain't shit.
That's Suga Free, nigga.
Come see me, nigga.