Ain't Cha

Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, with the medallions and the rings, ain't cha?
 Hmm, gon' get your Air Force plane, ain't cha?
 Say what? So you can get that hood fame, ain't cha?
 Through despair, I traipse, bakin' pies, makin' cake
 Hustling them E's and that C and that H
 While you probably talking frantic on the tape
 Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man, it was a mistake"
 They'll call you a bitch, not a bandit at your wake
 Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
 While I'm on the boat with your bitch, salmon on her plate
 I know why you liked her, the head, it was great
 Lovin' these bezel-set chains with no space
 86 karats, you know how much diggin' in the planet this could take?
 Patent leather Bapes (uh, uh)
 Closet like Planet of the Bapes
 Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
 Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
 You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats
 You niggas tryna take my place? Never happen
 Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, with the medallions and the rings, ain't cha?
 Hmm, gon' get your Air Force plane, ain't cha?
 Say what? So you can get that hood fame, ain't cha?
 Dig it, every time I do it, encore
 Slide out the Lincoln with the suicide doors
 My, am I blingin' like Baby with all that shit on
 My block pop 'til all that shit gone
 What? You pussies hardly eatin'
 What you spend on a home is a gaudy piece
 On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss
 My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
 From the kickoff to tipoff
 I give off rays from the VVs, ice glazed like lip gloss
 Thinkin' they can see me, I beg to differ
 Look up in the skiz-y, it's the Big Dipper (that's cold)
 It's chilly in Philly, it's that real
 Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
 Somebody get beside me, Lord will, his blood spill
 Like a waterfall, fuck around, make me slaughter y'all
 Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, with the medallions and the rings, ain't cha?
 Hmm, gon' get your Air Force plane, ain't cha?
 Say what? So you can get that hood fame, ain't cha?
 Oh, you just gon' take without askin', ain't cha?
 You just grabbin', you ain't earnin' for shit, that's too old-fashioned
 Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up
 Kindergarten, did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?
 I'm the era of the Juice Crew, don't let that dookie noose you
 One and one is two, it's just as simple as Blue's Clues
 The nine'll get the most of you, turn yourself around
 For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
 Meanwhile, study something, nigga, it's Gucci parka
 From France where the kids sing Frère Jacques
 If not there, I'm somewhere mixin' vodkas
 In a far-off land where they shake maracas and shit
 Keep it movin' like them keys of coke
 You're the hunted motherfucker and I'm Benicio
 Not Tommy Lee, see, we never involve the law
 If it seems the walls are closing in, it's only 'cause they are
 Motherfucker
 Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, with the medallions and the rings, ain't cha?
 Hmm, gon' get your Air Force plane, ain't cha?
 Say what? So you can get that hood fame, ain't cha?
 I'm a natural-born hustler, I, the risk taker
 I get it 'cross the border, the alpha, the omega
 My life, I scripted the papers, posh like the wrist in the cradle
 That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters
 Grimaldi, it's so gaudy
 But it's just so picture perfect as I lean in that 60-40
 Five C.I., I'm on them blades like T.I.
 Them niggas hate to measure 'cause they knee-high
 Still slingin' that P-I-E what I bring by
 Need .50 cal, pretty Desert up my sleeve, I
 Still huggin' that corner so tight, it can't breathe, I
 Never let it go 'cause a nigga gotta eat, I
 Came, conquered the game
 The flame and the powder and the pot
 Stirred it crazy, hustle, I'm elite, I
 Still in the game, tippin' the scale like Libra
 You don't really want that halo over your Caesar, no
 Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get a big chain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, with the medallions and the rings, ain't cha?
 Hmm, gon' get your Air Force plane, ain't cha?
 Say what? So you can get that hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna slang in the rain, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna save for the Range, ain't cha?
 Hmm, you tryna perfect your aim, ain't cha?