Fat Joe - Ain't, Sayin' Nothin' (featuring Plies And Dre) Lyrics

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Them TRU Boys Up In Here
Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me

(Chorus: Master P)

You Ain't Sayin Nothing, N***a, You Ain't Sayin Nothing x8

(Master P)

I'm the truth motherfucker I ball with Mike Bibby
I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me
When n***az will jack you, them h*es got gats too
These kids walk around with golds and tattoos

J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that bitch going
N***az disrespect me and I make you stop growing
Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here
The New No Limit, n***a this is our year

We about money, cars, bitches, h*es
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
I'm a hustler motherf**ker, I can't work for the man

Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can
They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug
Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up
Like What The What What, Get Beat the Fuck Up
No Limit In This Bitch, You better shut the fuck up


(Mr. Str8)

They don't wanna play with me, they scared, ain't said nothing

We too deep up in the club, we waiting to start stunting
Jumping like you crazy, like n***a you can't fade me
Tipsy on that remy, I'm ready to start blazing

Like holding the club down, dipping out with cha lady
Sprees on my Chevy, they spinning like changed faces
Movin through the hood, Choppin like I am racing

Boy say "He gone" but show me you can't hate me
Yeah this the year, so n***az just disappear
N***az gonna expect it from me, I'm right chea

You drive, I'm right chea, My n***az, we right chea
Riding, Might Drop Em, don't wanna play round here
We about money, cars, broads, h*es
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors

A cup full of remy and a bottle of Mo
I light that dro when its time to smoke



South West Philly P's
Them sawed off stickers, snatch out ya weave
You can't see me through the tips on the range
It ain't about the money, bitch we got change

Gets ya hypnotic, Afficial, we bout it
Real n***az up in the club, we ain't smiling


Respect on our shirt, my sh*es are P Miller
Find us on the block with thugs and drug dealers
The cuts on our diamonds is sharp as grease
It looks like the lights on our masterpieces


My team strong so we ready for whatever
Bad chicks wit us like we came here together
Later on, I might lace something
We in the club, hella deep, but your ass wouldn't say something

(Mr. Str8)

Put your hood in the air, represent your city
Free C-Murder and wild out with me

Chorus 2x

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