Grafh - Ain't No Tellin lyrics

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1,2,1,2 When The Armies In Your System

Its About To Go Down Crazy Grafh Is His Name From The Streets

When The Armies In Your System Aint No Tellin

Will I Fuck 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 Fuck 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

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

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

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