L.G. Wise - It Aint Yo Lyrics
ChorusIt ain't yo cash yo, it ain't yo flow yoI thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it aint yo iceIt ain't yo, dough yo, another lost soulUp at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it ain't yo rings(?)It ain't yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should knowIt ain't that drop top E-class, with them rims yoAnother lost soul, up at the crossroadsRegulatin' up in this thangwhile you suckers hatin up in this thangYou might as well respect the game'Cuz it's time to see a changeTalk about your flows and your clothesAnd all your hos and your doughsWhat about the ones with the holes in their soulsOnly Heaven knows, how many of them kiled with the flowAnd how you done lived with their doughAnd with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you knowTalkin about stayin away from the steel or getin killedWhile you lookin at us harder than hard, like we ain't realSo I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the gameEverything I do is from the heart, to see a change in Jesus nameThat's why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generationDon't be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornicationChorusChose God over pleasure, tell me where would I beShorties listen to this music, livin ghetto fantisiesAnd think they thuggin but really bugginOn the block where they sell, now theyself is all they hugginWhile they locked in the cell,See all the homies rollin thick, so they know that they want thatGot 'em lost in the hood with 20 to life and cant come backBefore you rollin like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditchBefore you come up in this thang like you gettin with thisAnd realizin it's a war, and go ahead and inlistToo many people livin they life and never knowin the riskAnd yo, it's spiritual, you cats that's fightin lyricalI'm prayin for a change, but it's gonna take a miricleIt ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it ain't that thaiIt ain't that stank, it aint that No Limit tankOr that Cash Money that rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this foolRunnin around and thinkin you cool, 'cuz you got your tattoosBut you ain't got a clueChorusFor all the ones that's locked downYou claim you spreadin them loveBut on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugsAnd sendin them there, believe in the Bible I can't swearNow how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and plenty of doughIt's like every other city you go and on these videosEvery time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yoNow back to the facts I'm steady dumpin on ya'llYou wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawlDon't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the callThat's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide from my LordLike I told you before, It ain't yo ice, it ain't yo blingIt ain't yo drop top E-class while you rollin on them thangsChorus
