This Aint That - Intellectual

[Intro: Duffy]

Hm, all that and all that

You know the truth

(HoodHitta made this shit)

Shit, nigga, give it up

Stincs got the bag, all these niggas in they feelings, huh?

I don't let snakes nowhere by me, I don't show no love

I don't know who niggas think they is, I'll slap a scrub

Ain't no passes, bro, this ain't that

Came in with a Draco, Mr. Mosley finna clap back

Shit, yeah, this ain't that

You don't never be out in the streets, bro, you just rap

Nigga, like

We ain't finna give a nigga no pass, bro, this ain't that

Nigga

Came in with a Draco, Mr. Mosely finna clap back

I ain't givin' out no passes, bro, this ain't that

Caught an opp inside of Neiman's, beat his head with a grey bat

He raised his voice, I couldn't help but just start laughin'

This ain't a joke, here's a drum, why you pump fakin'?

Meep-meep, another road runner, here's a street sweeper

John Madden, four hit sticks, this a flea flicker

Four lines, pour it in that bottle, we don't drink liquor

Take his chains off and his watch, I know he feel better

Shit, he's a deep thinker

Make your move quick, 'cause if not, you might be with him

Who is you? I know you heard about the Stincs, we like to stretch niggas

Brains hangin', Rudy chalk zone, we made a mess, nigga

Couple shells to his back, he don't know what hit him

I know you heard about the Team, these niggas don't listen

We ain't givin' out no passes, bro, what's wrong with you?

Hangin' with the opps, got 'em got, that's the wrong nigga