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letra de ain't no tellin - grafh

[swizz beatz:]
1,2,1,2 when the armies in your system
its about to go down crazy grafh is his name from the streets

[hook: swizz beatz]
when the armies in your system aint no tellin
will i f-ck em or i diss em thats 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 aint no tellin
will i f-ck em or i diss em thats what they be yellin
i’m a pimp by blood not relation i’m a pimp by blood not relation

[grafh:]
look here home skillet this is old school raw
i’m a thousands grams of whatever you thought u 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 aint jay you dont got dirt on your shoulders thats you s curl drippin

[hook]

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 hands ruffer 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 thru bone your ribs make a cage
i’m a open it up and put your lungs on parole
i move you heart to the left when i come for you soul
grab yo little spine push it up thru your skull
cuz i dont feel ya pa your the type to join a gang
cuz you insecure about how real you are

[hook]

i dont care if you like me or not
if you just swallowed you cant kiss i dont care if your wifey or not
i dont care if ya like me to stop
if i’m locked i dont care if ya write me or not
if my comersary full it came write 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 wifebeater tops
(hey) i been gettin right in the drop
since mc lyte was hot and she was lite 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

[hook]

- grafh

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