You Ain’t No Menace Nicholas Craven & Boldy James

[Intro]
Where we at?

[Verse 1]
Got more 3-1-3 links than a figaro chain
'Cause since the tender age of ten, I been in the dope game
Touchin' grown man money, ran away from the crib
Caught my first sale charge when vans raided the spig'
Had to learn the harder way, but it made me a man
Pistol on the kitchen table, razor blade in my hand
MC Hammer with the soda, I was makin' it dance
Damn near cut my finger off when I was shavin' them yams
Now every year my semi make four hundrеd eighty-eight K
While latеly, I been M.I.A., no Babyface Ray
I'm from the concrete, I make it flood tsunamis
Ten years ago, shit, I feel like I could've fucked Ashanti
Why niggas wanna catch me sleepin', set me up and rob me?
Back in my ghetto, I was schemin' up a fuckin' Ponzi
If them niggas ain't gang, keep 'em the fuck from 'round me
Pull up all black, butter leather, something like the Fonzie

[Chorus]
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I can count my sins out in all cash money
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Loyal to the finish, vault cluttered and my stash junky
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
And I ain't gotta max out like my last bunkie
I just pray to God that He don't let my past haunt me
Boy, you ain't a menace, just another faggot-ass Chauncy