Letra da Música It Aint Yo

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It ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yo

I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo ice

It ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soul

Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)

It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should

know

It ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yo

Another lost soul, up at the crossroads

Regulatin' up in this thang

while you suckers hatin up in this thang

You might as well respect the game

'Cuz it's time to see a change

Talk about your flows and your clothes

And all your hos and your doughs

What about the ones with the holes in their souls

Only Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flow

And how you done lived with their dough

And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades,

you know

Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killed

While you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't real

So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the

game

Everything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus name

That's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this

generation

Don't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this

fornication

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Chose God over pleasure, tell me where would I be

Shorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisies

And think they thuggin but really buggin

On the block where they sell, now theyself is all they huggin

While they locked in the cell,

See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want

that

Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come back

Before you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch

Before you come up in this thang like you gettin with this

And realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlist

Too many people livin they life and never knowin the risk

And yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyrical

I'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricle

It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thai

It ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tank

Or that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is

rulin this fool

Runnin around and thinkin you cool, 'cuz you got your tattoos

But you ain't got a clue

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For all the ones that's locked down

You claim you spreadin them love

But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs

And sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swear

Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and

plenty of dough

It's like every other city you go and on these videos

Every time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo

Now back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'll

You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl

Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call

That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my Lord

Like I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo bling

It ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangs

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