Intro:

Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga. Get yo hand outta my pocket

Hook:

It ain't nothin' nice (x8)

Ras Kass:

Son I'm skimming through the Billboard Top R&B album

Wondering what my outcome

Want the black triangle but I'm real with or without one

Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans

Smokin' beedies to the pink string

On the microphone I'm like the moody Mic Corleone

With 36 zones

Big homies told me to be the man understand

If niggas is playin' hardball then why the fuck you throwin' underhand?

See only the small mind is small time

That's the reason why that busta is still sellin' nicle sacks of ganja

You two bit hustla I'm the wrong brother like Clockers

Wouldn't give you five cents to put cheese on a whopper

So see a niga dea a mere niga rea

Bea I'm rollin' iwth the Crowbar clea

Still wearin' my bathing suit like I was asshole naked

I fake it till you make it

I'll take it nigga

Hook

Flip:

While most kids in school goin' through that whole child

Your pushin' rock on the block cause the spot we have found (Flip)

I make my doe

And I make sure I kept my game on tight

Layin' low in the day and serve that yay by moonlight

They outta sight when the roll by

I'm still in they Chuchs servin' clucks as they stroll by

Low key the smokeys know my name

Ain't no slippin' when they trippin'

Cuase I done peep game

Now I have clout and they raided ran me out

I sold my last ounce then I bounce to my baby mamas house

Time to bail couldn't spend no time in jail

Had to be out on them streets hurry up and make my sale

But now it's on cause I'm grown and I'm still a G

But it's cause I sell my crack ? in this industry

Remember me when you hustle runnin' right

Do or die other side Flip for life

Beeotch

Hook:

It ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice my nigga

It ain't nothin' nice sister

It ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice

It ain't nothin' nice

Get my hustle on

My nigga word is bond

Ras Kass:

Now it's either give me the money give me the power

Or give me four twenty five an hour

What the fuck you think I'm gonna do?

To be honest wtih you I wanna get mine

Cause I know niggas that's college graduates that's broke askin' for dimes

And nickle sacks

Nigga give me back I'll give you some

You wash my back I wash yours

I do rap tours while niggas be lookin' for the rapture

I don't understand cause niggas gotta capture

Your own and keep your eyes on the prize

Cause Clinton is pimpin'

Nigga you might as well be tempin'

You wanna be eatin' jumbo shrimp and lobster?

I want two hundred thousand in the bank you wanna be the imposter mobster

Recognize like Sam Sneed

I got unborn twins to feed

So make the next man bleed

I just might cause ain't nothin' right in my life

God hlep me it ain't nothin' nice

Hook (x4)

From L.A. to N.Y., A.T.L. and back it ain't nothin' nice. To all my niggas

And my bitches throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air. And keep 'em there

It's a stick up. (It's a stick up nigga.)

Hook (x4)