Ab-Liva - Ain't Cha lyrics

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Ab-Liva - Ain't Cha lyrics

[Hook - Pharrell] Hmmm, you trynna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you trynna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you trynna save for tha Range ain't cha? Hmmm, you trynna perfect your aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you trynna 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? [Verse 1 - Pusha T] Through depair I trapse, baking pies, baking cake Hustling them E's and that C's and that H While you probably talking frantic on the tape n***as in the hood ain't trynna to hear "Man it was a mistake" They'll call you a b**h, not a bandit at ya wake Epitaph reading how much damage you could take While I'm on the boat with ya b**h, 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 n***as trynna take my place? Never happen [Hook] [Verse 2 - Sandman] Dig it, every time I do it, encore Slide out the Lincoln with the suicide doors Ma, and I'm blingin' like Baby with all that sh** on My block pop til all that sh** gone What? You pussies hardly eat What you spend on a home is a gaudy 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 (That's cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real Nobody know karate, more bodies than k** Bill Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill Like a waterfall, f** around make me slaughter y'all [Hook] [Verse 3 - Malice] Oh you just gon' take without asking ain't cha? You just grabbin', you ain't earnin' for sh**, that's too old-fashion Look, tulip, I will never tuck a j**el 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 n***a, 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 sh** Keep it moving like in kis of coke You The Hunted motherf**er, and I'm Benicio Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law If it seems the walls are closing in, it's only ‘cause they are Motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 4- Ab-Liva] I'm a natural born hustler, 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 Grimaldi, is so gaudy But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six-forty- Five CI, I'm on them blades likes T.I The n***as hate to measure ‘cause they knee high Still slingin' that P-I, E what I bring by Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breathe, I Can't let it go, ‘cause a n***a 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, tipping the scale like Libra You don't really want that halo over your Caesar! No! [Hook]