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Grafh
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Ain't No Tellin'
作词：Phillip Bernard, Kasseem Dean, Christopher Wallace
1, 2, 1, 2, when the army's in your system
It's about to go down crazy
Grafh is his name from the streets
When the army's in your system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
When the smoke is in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Look here, home skillet, this is old school raw
I'm a thousands grams of whatever you thought you saw
I mean Eminem was raw with skill to be betta than I
Ya got to bring the Eminem before the deal
Before the mils and the mad cash put Nas in the projects
And bring me Jay when he was rappin' mad fast
I am biggie, smalls, in the brand Coogi
Rockin' the same flannel, dirty had in juicy
I am Tupac after the 'Juice' movie
I am Slick Rick before the brand new jewelry
I'm the next turn givin', you ain't Jay, you don't got
Dirt on your shoulders that's you's curl drippin'
When the army's in your system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
When the smoke is in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I come for the cash paper and I'm a international pimp
So now days my chicks come with a translator
I'm tough and my hand's rougher than sand paper
I am the future, I am one minute past later
While ya tryna dance with you dress pants and you blazer
I'm in my momma's kitchen with a gram and a razor
That will rip through bone, your ribs make a cage
I'm a open it up and put your lungs on parole
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I move you heart to the left when I come for you soul
Grab yo' little spine, push it up through your skull
'Cause I dont feel ya, pa, you're the type to join a gang
'Cause you insecure about how real you are
When the army's in your system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood not relation
When the smoke is in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I don't care if you like me or not
If you just swallowed, you can't kiss
I don't care if you're wifey or not
I don't care if ya like me to stop
If I'm locked I don't care if ya write me or not
If my commissary full, it came right from the block
And I treat ya boyfriend like he might be a cop
(Hey)
I came a long way, right from spot
From ridin' round my bike with the rock right in my sock
(Hey)
I still slice if ya like me to box
It might knife that chop or it might be the ox
It might be the 9 that I pop or it might be the glock
That make fish net shirts outta wife beater tops
(Hey)
I been getting' right in the drop
Since Mc Lyte was hot and she was light as a rock
This for my lifers in the box, if no man could walk in yo' shoes
Then why ya came home from Rikers in your socks
When the army's in your system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood not relation
When the smoke is in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em or I diss 'em that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
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