Ain't That A Bitch

Hey Hey Hey!

(Chorus)

Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin

Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers

And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!

This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack

This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back

This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

(Verse One)

Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone

Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless

Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here

Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear

Gonna speak in every single street this year

My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year

Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior

I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand

And in the streets I'm a money man

And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men

A hundred proof in my other hand

If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

(Chorus)

Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin

Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers

And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch

The cops is watchin streets are talkin

Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers

And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch

(Verse Two)

Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand

And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip

But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss

They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss

But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!

And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga

Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga

Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga

How many more do ya love nigga

cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece

Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God

Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy

Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour

Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!

(Chorus)

(Verse Three)

I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son

The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son

Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)

Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we

got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy

Wanna be me and don't even understand me

Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me

I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible

And advance a little due to the pine

My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind

And I let you do the time I do the crime

When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line

Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

(Chorus - 2X)

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga

Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin

KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...