Ain't Cha

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Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake 
Hustling them E's and that C's and that H 
While you probably talking frantic on the tape 
Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake" 
To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake 
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take 
While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate 
I know why you liked her, the head it was great 
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space 
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take? 
Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE! 
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place 
Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes 
You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats 
You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen... 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

Dig it, every time I do it, encore 
Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors 
Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on 
My block pop til all that shit gone 
What? You pussies hardly eat 
What you spend on a home is a golden piece 
On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss 
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff 
From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs 
Ice glazed like lip gloss 
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr 
Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr 
(Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real 
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill 
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill 
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha? 
You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion 
Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up 
Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler? 
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues 
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around 
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown 
Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker 
From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques 
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas 
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit 
Keep it moving like in KIs of coke 
You the 100th motherfucker and I'm Benicio (del Toro) 
Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law 
If it seems the walls are closing in its only cause they are 
Muthafucker 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? 

I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker 
I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega 
My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle 
That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters 
Rimoldi is so gaudy 
But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI 
I'm on them blades likes T.I. 
The niggaz hate to measure ''cause they knee high 
Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by 
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I 
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I 
Can't let it go, ''cause a nigga got to eat, I 
Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder 
And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a 
Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra 
You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No! 

Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? 
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? 
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? 
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? 
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?