Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - It's Simple, Ain't It? lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - It's Simple, Ain't It? lyrics]
Uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh
Now this rap shit has been good to me
It pays my bills, keeps me in jewelry
Sometimes it's conflicts 'cause
There's usually a nigga trying to get back
Where he used to be
Now I got to go and get disrespectful
All 'cause niggas ain't recognizing
That I'm the one
Knowing if I see 'em and hop
Out they gon' run clear
Clear whole gates, visualizing the outcome
Multiple lead showers
Dozens of pretty flowers
Memories, tears, screams and hollas for hours
(fucking cowards)
Ya bird brain should've stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone
Where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? Nothing but
A moment of silence
And old ladies screaming stop the violence
Here we go, another typical video
Niggas screaming out a city that
Knows he's a hoe really though
Take a look at you then look at me
I'm a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P
Or P-U-S-S-Y, it don't matter
How ya flip it, rearrange or move it
Niggas die over music
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
Here's a little story I would like to tell
About a certain individual
Perpetrating like hell
Well, you seen him 'round imitating legends
Tough as hell on his records
But terrified of my presence
It's ticking 'cause his career only
Last a couple seconds
Begging for attention dropping a
Name in every sentence
A little slim punk from the
Other side of the water
Is the target intended for the slaughter
So call ya lawyer, I get up on ya
Ya enemies are rich man think about it
You can't even control yo' bitch
These industry fucks don't want no drama
Nigga respect me like a old timer
Like Osama, I'ma
Keep my composure 'fore I burn that nigga
Radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga
And I'ma be on top of you with or with no hit
'Cause I'm so slick
Ask them niggas ya roll with, yeah
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
Now this rap shit has been good to me
It pays my bills, keeps me in jewelry
Sometimes it's conflicts 'cause
There's usually a nigga trying to get back
Where he used to be
Now I got to go and get disrespectful
All 'cause niggas ain't recognizing
That I'm the one
Knowing if I see 'em and hop
Out they gon' run clear
Clear whole gates, visualizing the outcome
Multiple lead showers
Dozens of pretty flowers
Memories, tears, screams and hollas for hours
(fucking cowards)
Ya bird brain should've stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone
Where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? Nothing but
A moment of silence
And old ladies screaming stop the violence
Here we go, another typical video
Niggas screaming out a city that
Knows he's a hoe really though
Take a look at you then look at me
I'm a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P
Or P-U-S-S-Y, it don't matter
How ya flip it, rearrange or move it
Niggas die over music
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
Here's a little story I would like to tell
About a certain individual
Perpetrating like hell
Well, you seen him 'round imitating legends
Tough as hell on his records
But terrified of my presence
It's ticking 'cause his career only
Last a couple seconds
Begging for attention dropping a
Name in every sentence
A little slim punk from the
Other side of the water
Is the target intended for the slaughter
So call ya lawyer, I get up on ya
Ya enemies are rich man think about it
You can't even control yo' bitch
These industry fucks don't want no drama
Nigga respect me like a old timer
Like Osama, I'ma
Keep my composure 'fore I burn that nigga
Radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga
And I'ma be on top of you with or with no hit
'Cause I'm so slick
Ask them niggas ya roll with, yeah
It's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?
The D's trying to find out
If it's gang related
I'm riding in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded it's simple ain't it?