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nicholas craven & boldy james – you ain’t no menace lyrics

[intro]
where we at?

[verse 1]
got more 313 links than a figaro chain
’cause since the tinder age of ten, i been in the dope gang
touchin’ grown men money, ran away from the crib
caught my first cell charge, revenge ready to spit
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
d+mn near cut my finger off when i was shakin’ ’em yens
now every year my semi makе four hundred eighty+eight k
whilе lately, i been m.i.a., no babyface ray
i’m from the concrete, i make it flood tsunamis
ten years ago, sh+t, i feel like i could’ve f+cked ashanti
why n+ggas wanna catch me sleepin’, set me up in robbery?
back in my ghetto, i was schemin’ up a f+ckin’ ponzi
if ’em n+ggas ain’t gang, keep ’em afar from ’round me
pull up all black, [?] leather, something like 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 our cash money
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
loyal to the finish, boy, cluttering my stash, junky
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
and i ain’t got to max out like my last monkey
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
boy, you ain’t a menace, just another f+ggot+ass chancy

[verse 2]
rippin’ and runnin’, all these bricks gettin’ fronted
too many fumes in this room got me sick to my stomach
js lookin’ all surprised while they score a hundred
work white as a golf ball, i can kick it or punt it
tip it or bunt pit, dump it off, hit it or touch it
i can turn a softball to a chicken mcnugget
still in the rubbish where my n+ggas really be thuggin’
n+ggas ain’t k!llin’ nothin’, these young n+ggas k!llin’ for nothin’
got a switch with a b+tton if you’re reppin’ 227
ten times outta nine he ain’t gon’ switch if you press him
catch him diggin’ through the crates, i got a business collection
all of they sh+t soundin’ alike, i got a different selection
six, three, brown eyes, [?] skin complexion
mirror image in god, i was made in his reflection
or a couple n+ggas’ bullets to the vase with the evan
don’t let me find out you p+ssies had to pay for protection
[chorus]
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
and i can count my sins out in all our cash money
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
loyal to the finish, boy, cluttering my stash, junky
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
and i ain’t got to max out like my last monkey
i just pray to god that he don’t let my past haunt me
boy, you ain’t a menace, just another f+ggot+ass chancy

[outro]
alright, gang, i’ma call you on the same time tomorrow, dog
alright, you still got some money on the phone, so sh+t, call me whenever
alright, [?], i love you bold
i love you too, gang
yeah
yeah, [?]

- nicholas craven boldy james lyrics

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