Look, I'm razor sharp, ain't no cut in my throat
If you smell me, you see I'm dope, ain't no cuttin' my coke
I'm still, rough with the quotes, still puffin' my smoke
While these critics still on they knees and still suckin' of GOAT's
My shit's grimy, not accustomed to soap, might even sell a customer's soul
Or throw these shells up in his coat
Spend my budget up, like, "Fuck it, I'm broke"
You like them dudes on VH1, you lose tryna fuck with New York, look
This what the game 'bout
I'm from where niggas don't come around with the chains out
I hangs out with them ghetto women that bang out
Do hair, sell dope and babysit out the same house
You caved out, I do my thang, it's Wu-Tang still in the game
My niggas still in the bathroom, stealing your chains, look
It's M-E-F and Ice H20
Combination to the safe, it ain't safe no more, bitch

If love don't cost a thing
Why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper?
I got a feeling in my heart that tells me
Something ain't right, something ain't right
Baby, you could do what you do
You ain't got to do me no favors, do me no favors
I could of been the one that made that change in your life
Change in your life

Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects
Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test

Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still slimey (slimey)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo, listen)
You can not retire me (yo)

Come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still slimey (slimey)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo, listen)
You can not retire me (yo)

If love don't cost a thing
Why is she chasing my paper, chasing my paper?
I got a feeling in my heart that tells me
Something ain't right, something ain't right (something ain't right)
Baby, you could do what you do
You ain't got to do me no favors, do me no favors
I could of been the one that made that change in your life
Change in your life

Real in the field, Navy seal on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded in the history of rap, two-inch reels
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled, another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
With the Cash Money clique, No Limits and no frills
Mad 'cause your ho feeling P. Sunzini
Kid you as sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi-dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two of my ninjas beside me
Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
Rest in peace to my dawg, Shotti

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Writer(s): Andre Williams, Corey Woods, J. Murphy, Justin Reinstein, T. Graham