Ain't That A Bitch

Hey Hey Hey Because the cops is watchin' the streets is talkin' Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungrateful Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch! And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a motherfuckin' mack This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! Slick as I wanna be born to be hustler Gonna be rich till I'm gone Gonna keep spittin' this shit for the hustlers Gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone Defeat this while I'm here Gonna keep beatin' this street shit in ya ear Gonna speak in every single street this year My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year Wizzle F Baby y'all niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior I'm a man to another man To a bitch I'm a pimp In the whip I'm a hundred grand And in the streets I'm a money man And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men A hundred proof in my other hand If ever fall spring back like a rubberband Know what I'm sayin' Now all the bitches got me strollin' with my dick in my hand And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip But this is my land so prick don't trip Cause K's don't jam and a nigga don't miss They tellin' me I'm the shit like a nigga don't piss But nigga don't slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch, word up! And I don't affiliate with niggaz I don't love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga Leave your bitches your money and drugs nigga Three to ya wisdom five more to your mug nigga How many more do ya love nigga Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour Plain yuck at a fuck boy, duck boy! I'm a motherfucking man so respect me as one or the tech meet your ass son The tech heat your ass son put ya fuckin' chest beneath your ass son Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son Nigga tryin' to see his grandson and we Got niggas in the pen tryin' to see me wit a Grammy Wanna be me and don't even understand me Couldn't see me even if you was standin' with me I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible And advance a little due to the pine My niggas call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line Nigga that's S.Q. and we fine nigga that's S.Q. and we firin' nigga! Wizzle F Baby for your motherfucking neck nigga Got Streets in the buildin' Gotti in the buildin' KL, Fee Fee in the buildin' Rome, DI, Ceeti --- Ain't That a Bitch - Lil Wayne