It Aint A Secret (Fat Joe/D Block Diss) Lloyd Banks
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[Chorus]
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, nigga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
Nigga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it
[Verse 1]
This here make ya piss in ya sweats
You know me, Mitchell and Ness, Smith and Wess, pistol and vest
I take ya life with a sound, I got the whistle of death
Ya boy flow put the Crystal in Meth
Take the listeners breath
You won't believe what they do for cock
I hit the telly thrash, and slide off before the rooster crock
Pour out some liquor for Big, let off 2 for Pac
Don't mingle around niggas, shoot off the roof a lot
Fuck ratting, every tooth is locked
And you co-operating, helping 'em damn near recruit the block
I'm blowing heavy on the sofa with the Desi'
Just in case a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack
I'd rather throw some at you then get my shit blew back
This is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track
The hood a bring the bitch out for ya
Man, I get the Glock
My money flip like fish out water, yeah!
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, nigga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
Nigga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it
[Verse 1]
This here make ya piss in ya sweats
You know me, Mitchell and Ness, Smith and Wess, pistol and vest
I take ya life with a sound, I got the whistle of death
Ya boy flow put the Crystal in Meth
Take the listeners breath
You won't believe what they do for cock
I hit the telly thrash, and slide off before the rooster crock
Pour out some liquor for Big, let off 2 for Pac
Don't mingle around niggas, shoot off the roof a lot
Fuck ratting, every tooth is locked
And you co-operating, helping 'em damn near recruit the block
I'm blowing heavy on the sofa with the Desi'
Just in case a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack
I'd rather throw some at you then get my shit blew back
This is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track
The hood a bring the bitch out for ya
Man, I get the Glock
My money flip like fish out water, yeah!
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