You Still Ain’t sh*t To Me lyrics

[INTRO: ALL]
Bruce Wayne
Moebadis, I'm back at this
Original goodfellas
TNT is in this b*tch
Check it out

[VERSE 1: MOEBADIS]
I serve Clarks and Kents
I'm packing heat in events
My n*gga Esham, and T
Equals slugs in your chest
So you best to jet
n*gga, we wild like the west
Flex, we flex
Trick b*tches can suck a di*k
Heads get split
Classical ass whips for n*ggas who talk sh*t
I'm letting my 9 spit
I'm always on the grind b*tch
(Esham: Moebadis, back at this)
n*ggas thought I gave up the motherf*cking rhyming
But back in that ass for another f*ck
When I get you, n*gga
You better duck
[VERSE 2: ESHAM]
Well it's them killers that rhyme
And f*ck the hoes
You might see me rolling a convertible Rolls
I washed off my di*k cause I f*cked your b*tch
I'm underground baby, and won't ever switch
So excellent
Accurate like a sharpshooter
Kilo shopping, O-Z chopping
This is for the n*ggas who be real with their sh*t
Ho ass n*ggas so illegit
I just want to clock cash and rock the mic
It ain't the Devil's son in law or Dolemite
I got a ho in Atlanta, says she Funkdafied
b*tch's pus*y so big she's nationwide
Boy I tell you motherf*ckers in the world ain't sh*t
So many fake motherf*ckers, their counterfeit
What you saying boy
You wanna get with me
Big bank take little bank
You still ain't sh*t to me
Still ain't sh*t to me
Still ain't sh*t to me
Still ain't sh*t to me

[VERSE 3: TNT]
Well it's the microphone master
Crashing the party
Swerving on the freeway
Drunk off Bacardi
You better get your b*tch cause I'm a hog about it
And if you think I f*cked her
b*tch, don't doubt it
I still move them bigs in the 'hood on the regular
Million dollar deal
Making moves on my cellular
I don't give a f*ck if your ho don't dance
I always wear Adidas
Screaming f*ck your man
It's the T, it's the T
Motherf*cker it's T
I'm down with Moe, (Bite?), and Masta-M-I-N-D
Copping a quarter key
From the police I flee
Busting shots at my enemies
Cause you b*tches ain't sh*t to me