Grafh: I Ain't Tellin'

(spoken)
One two, one two
When the Ami's in your system,
It's about to go down real crazy
You already know how we doin it from the streets

(Chorus)
When the Ami's in your system
Ain't no tellin will I fuck em will I diss em
That's what they be yellin
When the smoke is in your system
Ain't no tellin
Will I fuck em will I diss em
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Oh yeah

(Verse 1)
Home skill is that this is old school raw
I'm a thousand grams of whatever you thought you saw
I mean, Eminem is raw with skill, but to be better than I,
you gotta bring the Eminem before the deal,
before the mills and the mad cash
Put knowledge in the projects and bring me Jay when he was rappin mad fast,
I am, Biggie Smalls before the brand new Coogi,
I'm rockin the same flannel shirt he had through +Juicy+
I am Tupac after the Juice movie
I am Slick Rick before the brand new jewelry
I'm the next Terrin Given (?)
You ain't Jay, you ain't got dirt on your shoulder
That your S. Carroll chicken

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I come for the cash paper,
and I'm an international pimp
Don't matter-- my chicks come with a translator
I'm tough on my fans rougher than sandpaper
I am the future, I am one minute past later
While you're tryin to dance with your dress pants and a blazer
I'm in my momma kitchen with a gram and a razor
That'll cut through a bone
Your ribs make a cage
I'ma open it up and put your lungs on parole
I'll move your heart to the left when I come for your soul
Grab your little spine and push it up to your skull
Cause I don't feel you pa
You the type to join a gang if you insecure about how real you are

(Chorus)

I don't care if you like me or not
If you just swallowed you can't kiss me
I don't care if you wifey or not (go away)
I don't care if you'd like me to stop
If I'm locked I don't care if you write me or not
This is my (?)
Came right from the block
and I treat your boyfriend like he might be a cop
Ehh!
I came a long way right from the block
And ridin on a bike with the rock, red in my socks
I still slice when you like me to box
It might be the knife when it chop
Or it might be the ox
It might be the nine when I pop
Or it might be the glock
That make fishnet shirts
Out of wife beater tops
I been getting right with the Roc
Cause MC Lyte was hot
And she was light as a rock
And we get violent if we locked
If no man can walk in your shoes
Why you came home from Rikers in your socks?

(Chorus)