It Ain't My Fault Lyrics
| Song | It Ain't My Fault |
| Artist | Silkk the Shocker |
| Album | Charge It 2 Da Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：[silkk, mystikal] | |
| Chorus：[silkk, mystikal] | |
| We can't stop now bitch!!! | |
| We can't stop, | |
| And you can't stop us, | |
| So bitch don't try. | |
| We tru soldiers, we don't die, | |
| We don't die, we don't die. (2x) | |
| 1st verse: [mystikal] | |
| I'm bout my paper, my paper, | |
| Important people on my pager. | |
| I might not drink alize', | |
| But i'll smoke you under the table. | |
| Don't make me peel your potato, | |
| Don't make the devil your neighbor. | |
| I might not be nothing to you, | |
| But i'm the shit on this label!!! | |
| Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what i say, | |
| But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards | |
| Y'all gonna keep it that way. | |
| Hold on as tight as you can, | |
| Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip, | |
| Not only are they anticipating your every move | |
| They're waiting for you to slip!!! | |
| But like i told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe, | |
| I'm not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthafuckin' jail stripes. | |
| Been bout it from the start nigga, we raw nigga, | |
| You don't wanna, go to, war nigga. | |
| We superstar niggas, | |
| You know who we are niggas. | |
| From poverty in the projects, | |
| To livin' large niggas. | |
| It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got, | |
| We soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!! | |
| Chorus | |
| 2nd verse: [silkk the shocker] | |
| Nigga wanna start shit, | |
| That they know they can't finish. | |
| By far niggas wanna go to war, | |
| But they know when they ain't winning. | |
| Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line, | |
| Been bout it, and i'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme. | |
| No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign, | |
| Y'all wanna play, but i guarantee that you won't play, a second time. | |
| Sometime i'm in camoflauge and sometime i'm in all black, | |
| Y'all wanna go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!! | |
| Fuck it, pop it, don't stop it, cuz i drop, by no means, look, | |
| Bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans. | |
| Nigga what? pistols we all got, sometimes it's all glocks, | |
| Keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked. | |
| Went from a, small knot to a tall knot, | |
| Nigga please, i got all the g's for breakin' these ki's down to all rocks. | |
| Blow up the spot till it's all hot, surround the world together cuz y'all not, | |
| Nigga we ain't gon stop jus cuz y'all stop then it's our props. | |
| If you wanna get it started, then let's started, but let's do it right, | |
| But if you wanna get started, get started, let's do it tonight!!! | |
| Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk. | |
| Chorus (2x) |
| Intro: silkk, mystikal | |
| Chorus: silkk, mystikal | |
| We can' t stop now bitch!!! | |
| We can' t stop, | |
| And you can' t stop us, | |
| So bitch don' t try. | |
| We tru soldiers, we don' t die, | |
| We don' t die, we don' t die. 2x | |
| 1st verse: mystikal | |
| I' m bout my paper, my paper, | |
| Important people on my pager. | |
| I might not drink alize', | |
| But i' ll smoke you under the table. | |
| Don' t make me peel your potato, | |
| Don' t make the devil your neighbor. | |
| I might not be nothing to you, | |
| But i' m the shit on this label!!! | |
| Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what i say, | |
| But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards | |
| Y' all gonna keep it that way. | |
| Hold on as tight as you can, | |
| Whatever you do, don' t loosen your grip, | |
| Not only are they anticipating your every move | |
| They' re waiting for you to slip!!! | |
| But like i told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe, | |
| I' m not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthafuckin' jail stripes. | |
| Been bout it from the start nigga, we raw nigga, | |
| You don' t wanna, go to, war nigga. | |
| We superstar niggas, | |
| You know who we are niggas. | |
| From poverty in the projects, | |
| To livin' large niggas. | |
| It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got, | |
| We soldiers on a mission, and you can' t stop us!!! | |
| Chorus | |
| 2nd verse: silkk the shocker | |
| Nigga wanna start shit, | |
| That they know they can' t finish. | |
| By far niggas wanna go to war, | |
| But they know when they ain' t winning. | |
| Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line, | |
| Been bout it, and i' ll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme. | |
| No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign, | |
| Y' all wanna play, but i guarantee that you won' t play, a second time. | |
| Sometime i' m in camoflauge and sometime i' m in all black, | |
| Y' all wanna go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!! | |
| Fuck it, pop it, don' t stop it, cuz i drop, by no means, look, | |
| Bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans. | |
| Nigga what? pistols we all got, sometimes it' s all glocks, | |
| Keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked. | |
| Went from a, small knot to a tall knot, | |
| Nigga please, i got all the g' s for breakin' these ki' s down to all rocks. | |
| Blow up the spot till it' s all hot, surround the world together cuz y' all not, | |
| Nigga we ain' t gon stop jus cuz y' all stop then it' s our props. | |
| If you wanna get it started, then let' s started, but let' s do it right, | |
| But if you wanna get started, get started, let' s do it tonight!!! | |
| Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk. | |
| Chorus 2x |
| Intro: silkk, mystikal | |
| Chorus: silkk, mystikal | |
| We can' t stop now bitch!!! | |
| We can' t stop, | |
| And you can' t stop us, | |
| So bitch don' t try. | |
| We tru soldiers, we don' t die, | |
| We don' t die, we don' t die. 2x | |
| 1st verse: mystikal | |
| I' m bout my paper, my paper, | |
| Important people on my pager. | |
| I might not drink alize', | |
| But i' ll smoke you under the table. | |
| Don' t make me peel your potato, | |
| Don' t make the devil your neighbor. | |
| I might not be nothing to you, | |
| But i' m the shit on this label!!! | |
| Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what i say, | |
| But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards | |
| Y' all gonna keep it that way. | |
| Hold on as tight as you can, | |
| Whatever you do, don' t loosen your grip, | |
| Not only are they anticipating your every move | |
| They' re waiting for you to slip!!! | |
| But like i told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe, | |
| I' m not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthafuckin' jail stripes. | |
| Been bout it from the start nigga, we raw nigga, | |
| You don' t wanna, go to, war nigga. | |
| We superstar niggas, | |
| You know who we are niggas. | |
| From poverty in the projects, | |
| To livin' large niggas. | |
| It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got, | |
| We soldiers on a mission, and you can' t stop us!!! | |
| Chorus | |
| 2nd verse: silkk the shocker | |
| Nigga wanna start shit, | |
| That they know they can' t finish. | |
| By far niggas wanna go to war, | |
| But they know when they ain' t winning. | |
| Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line, | |
| Been bout it, and i' ll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme. | |
| No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign, | |
| Y' all wanna play, but i guarantee that you won' t play, a second time. | |
| Sometime i' m in camoflauge and sometime i' m in all black, | |
| Y' all wanna go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!! | |
| Fuck it, pop it, don' t stop it, cuz i drop, by no means, look, | |
| Bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans. | |
| Nigga what? pistols we all got, sometimes it' s all glocks, | |
| Keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked. | |
| Went from a, small knot to a tall knot, | |
| Nigga please, i got all the g' s for breakin' these ki' s down to all rocks. | |
| Blow up the spot till it' s all hot, surround the world together cuz y' all not, | |
| Nigga we ain' t gon stop jus cuz y' all stop then it' s our props. | |
| If you wanna get it started, then let' s started, but let' s do it right, | |
| But if you wanna get started, get started, let' s do it tonight!!! | |
| Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk. | |
| Chorus 2x |
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