Ain’t Too Much To It Statik Selektah (Ft. Ab-Soul, Bun B & Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Statik Selektah
Look, look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Raw in the pot, bakin' soda, I'm on my fourth box
Whip it 'til my wrist sore
Youngin' still wanna sniff more and kick doors
He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fifth for
I know why these niggas pissed off
'Cause my kicks twelve hundred, smellin' like cookies in the KITH store
Don't give a fuck a nigga 5'2" or 6'4"
I get ticked off, two-piece him and wire his jaw
A nigga violate, he gotta die, it's law
I make a G call and niggas get off
BAPE tiger, Wraith rider
Catch them niggas that was talkin' and burn 'em with AK fire
I don't know how bein' a runt feel
Knew he was already slumped, fuck it, I emptied out the drum still
Low top, the semis with the lock on 'em
Green light if you get the drop on 'em, Machine

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
(Hah) 'Cause it ain't too much it (It ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah)
Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (Lil' smoke, lil' fluid)
It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah (Nah)
It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it)
If you knew better, then you'd do it (Bitch)
It ain't too much to it (It ain't too much to it) nah