I Ain’t Shit Styles P

[Intro]
I ain't shit but I'm the shit that's with the shits
Bitch nigga, quit your shit
'Cause I got a lot of niggas that'll split your shit
And I got a lot of (Vinny Idol, nigga) niggas that'll hit you quick

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Niggas is droppin' but I doubt that he droppin' heat
Niggas is poppin' but I doubt that they poppin' heat
Yeah, I'm in the legal shit but I pop up on the street
Right next to the goons, God bless the deceased
Have you ever seen brain matter next to your feet?
Then stand in the hood right next to the creeps?
Watch it pop on the spot or less than a week
So I told my little homie know that all that shit is weak
Rather make a ton of money, watch all them niggas weep
Nightmares from the past, hold the shotty in my sleep
Askin' myself, "Who could I trust?"
Be a player like Kobe or owner like Jerry Buss
Terry Cloth sweats in the 'Vette that's cherried up
Red suits, red guts, and they thinkin' I'm Blooded up
Told the plug send the work and them niggas'll cut it up like a DJ
He say, she say is bitch nigga shit
We in the rich nigga shit on the freeway
I don't talk dirt on the phone, not even prepaids
Fleas kill dogs, my nigga, don't be a pea brain
Smoke and money on the mind, yeah, that's P brain
Thinkin' 'bout killin' these rappers but I refrain
I'm sellin' veggies in the hood
Old Ghost will turn niggas veggies in the hood
We the block mom, nigga, the spaghetti even good
Here, got a little brown sugar in it
Hoopty got a ratchet, a knife, and a hoodbooger in it
Ghost