Alright (Explicit) (Feat. Big Gipp Of Goodie Mob) - JT Money
Hook
Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You wanna get it on ni**a, its alright
Its alright (its alright), its alright (its alright) (x2)
(jt money)
I got a problem with ***** niggas
Always talkin sh*t and try to duck niggas
Sucker niggas won't finish what they started
Be coppin dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
They straight *****es
Always puttin on shows for these niggas and hoes
Be wantin to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that a** get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a *****
Or do you straight turn state on a ni**a and snitch
When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real niggas don't call police
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed niggas talk sh*t and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it
Hook
I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I ain't talking bout the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like black and milds
Ni**a know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap sh*t, I only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my ni**a shakespeare
Hook
(big gipp)
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
Sh*t shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74s and watching em all blow
It ain't sh*t funny, its the money man and gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
Niggas from miami and atlanta holdin heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping
Hook
(jt money)
Straight up and down, I'm a let you ***** ni**a know
You niggas don't want war, talking all that sh*t
Cause you apted up on that mother*****ing tough guy juice
Get round the mother*****ing boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And niggas think its a mother*****ing game
Alright, play with it
Jt money, big gipp, let you niggas know
Hook
