It Ain't

歌詞

[Verse 1:] Yo you ready for real shit? Pull your guns off the shelf Bitches fuck rubbing your titties and finger yourself The uncanny Don Juan DeMarco Ricky Ricardo Strapped with extra arsenals, you know the motto I put the metal right in front of your face And let that motherfucker loose until the shit disintegrates Ain't never seen a nigga who can rhyme like me Grip the nine like me and split your spine like me Certified expertise with these rhyming degrees I got a violent disease that make me eager to squeeze My applause is a gun clap (whatt?) shouldn't have done that Celph Titled hold back? Nah son fuck that I'm the top of New York the God spectacle Highly respectable, your shit is unacceptable Go back to the lab and try to prevail You couldn't be on point if you slept on nails And that's my word duke you can take it for granted I own the whole universe and that includes this planet Go against me you might as well be battling God You get treated like Christ up in a Pagan synagogue [Chorus:] Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) It ain't my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo) It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) It ain't your bitch if she with another man (okay) It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do [Verse 2:] Who the fuck said Celph Titled couldn't even rhyme right? My repertoire shine bright, show you with a nine light Let the bullets rip you up, choke a nigga spitting up You never getting up, all your vitals organs splitted up I'm on some gun shit, crazy dumb shit Got sixteen round clips for all them fuckers that you run with A lot of cats think I'm soft in this game I got the force and the fame, I put the boss in my name You'll get lost in the flames trying to fuck with my clique I put a gun in your lip, I just got tons of this shit Even the Devil would be cringing at the shit I'm endorsing Disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened Give a fuck about advance rapping trying to be innovative I'd rather rhyme about the different guns that I can spray you with I'm narrow-minded and I got a cannon with a kick behind it And when it let's loose it'll leave you open-minded Probably take a microscope to count your loot I stack chips more than Intel could possibly compute Weighed myself on a triple-beam cause I'm so dope Pick up your wifie on the low and stick my dick down her throat [Chorus:] Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) It ain't my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo) It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) It ain't your bitch if she with another man (okay) It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do [Verse 3:] Yo my crew is full of I'll cats, real kids who peel caps Put a machete to your nuts, nigga you feel that? I'm raw to the core and stay Vietnam-like I'll be fifty and fucking bitches on Prom Night Underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches Broadcasting live via satellite from Hell's trenches Nice on the tracks and I'm nice with the rhymes You know the Celph Titled legacy be top of the line In my promo there's more play than porno flicks in slo-mo Superstar status whether collabo or solo I do an encore and just be spitting some more I'm the type of cat to fuck a bitch and call her a whore I'm on some real trife shit, you know you heard me on the Smackdown Knocking niggas out, they never made it to the last round My man [?] rock well released the Glock shells Pull out the heat and put it in your mouth like [?] I only fuck up when your bitch is on top of me I hold monopolies and kill rappers for hobbies Yo I ain't a thug but I could kill one And I can rhyme until the dusk or dawn or wait until the reel's done [Chorus:] Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) It ain't my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo) It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) It ain't your bitch if she with another man (okay) It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do