It Ain't Me
Bun B & DJ Drama Lyrics
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Look, look, look
Raw in the pot, baking soda, I'm on my fourth box
Rip it 'til my wrist sore
Youngin' still wanna sniff more and kick doors
He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fit for
I know why these niggas pissed off
Don't give a fuck if nigga 5'2 or 6'4
I get ticked off, two-piece him and wire his jaw
A nigga violate he gotta die, it's law
I make a G call and niggas get off
Bay tiger, Wraith rider
Catch them niggas that was talkin' and burn 'em with AK fire
I don't know how it be in the bum field
Knew he was already snuffed, fuck it, I emptied out the drum still
Low top, the semis with the lock on ,em
Greenlight if you get the drop on 'em
Machine (ha)
'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (lil' smoke, lil' fluid)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
If you knew better, then you'd do it (bitch)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah
Started hustling during Bush Senior, got rich by Obama
Ran up in them traps with them straps like they came for Osama
So when the pressure got applied we ain't run from no drama
Just give us what we came for or get the stick to your
Now look, man
I am a gangster, not a criminal or a crook man
And I can take it hard or soft 'cause I can cook, man
So when the king gets killed and only the rook stands
I'll be knockin' on your door for the bread like Bookman
And you'll be Florida
So come on outside into this corridor
And give me that paper or meet the coroner
I ain't warning ya, you know my modus operandi
Just give up that damn pie or you, him and your man die
And I ain't takin' it from ya, you finna give it to me
'Cause the only way that you leaving here living is through me
Now matter fact, take off the jewelry and the shoes
I need that iced-out cuban link and them Chicago 2's
Now run it (ha)
'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (lil' smoke, lil' fluid)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
If you knew better then you'd do it (bitch)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
(Ay, man) nah
I ain't gotta do shit but stay black and die
Tryna get rich as a motherfucker and stay fly, God (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm from the Westside, guns are like eyeballs
Let's face it, there's always a couple round like dating
Unc had the 6-trey on Daytons
He used to specialize in beating cases
Detectives pull up, no prints, no gloves
Just a John Doe and a pair of Gary Paytons
Good times
If y'all balling then I'm on the wrong court
You David and Goliaths only 5 foot 9
But you ain't bring your slingshot this time
So you don't want no problem at all little guy, nah
That's how the fuck you make a long story short
No need to read between the lines
Don't be a slave to a clock
Buss it down or keep it Plain Jane
In time you'll find
It'll all come back the same thing
Just watch
One minute you circling the block
Niggas catch you off your square
The next minute you in a box
Oh, the beat really stopped
I, I, I I kinda needed a snare
Or, or another one of them kicks or something, somewhere right there
What's up with this nigga, Statik, man?
Ayo, Jimmo
Ayo, ayo, ayo, Jimmo, let me hear that shit back real quick
In the first verse of "It Ain't Me", the lyrics talk about engaging in illegal activities such as drug dealing and robbery. The rapper describes his experiences with handling drugs, referencing baking soda and the numerous boxes he has gone through. There is also a mention of a young individual who is eager to partake in criminal behavior, expressing a desire to flaunt his lifestyle through his fashion choices. The rapper boasts about his expensive sneakers and the confidence he exudes regardless of someone's physical stature. The verse further delves into the consequences of disrespect among individuals involved in criminal acts, highlighting the violent repercussions that may follow. The rapper emphasizes his authority in the criminal world by commanding others to obey his rules or face severe consequences.
The chorus of the song serves as a reassurance that the lifestyle being portrayed is not complicated or difficult. It implies that engaging in criminal activities and asserting dominance in that world is as straightforward as it seems. The repetitive nature of the chorus emphasizes the ease with which such actions are carried out, suggesting a sense of confidence and control within the criminal environment. The lyrics reflect a mindset of simplicity and efficiency in pursuing wealth and power through illicit means.
The second verse of the song continues to depict a life of crime and aggression. The lyrics mention the rapper's involvement in illegal activities during different presidential administrations, highlighting the longevity of his criminal career. The use of violent language and imagery conveys a sense of fearlessness and dominance in the face of danger. The verse describes confrontations involving weapons and threats of violence to assert power and demand compliance. The rapper establishes himself as a formidable figure in the criminal underworld, willing to resort to extreme measures to achieve his goals.
In the final verse of the song, the lyrics touch on themes of struggle, survival, and street life. The rapper expresses a desire to succeed and maintain a lavish lifestyle while navigating the dangers of his environment. References to specific neighborhoods and individuals from the West side suggest a sense of locality and street credibility. The lyrics paint a picture of a harsh reality where violence and crime are ever-present, and individuals must navigate these challenges to survive. The rapper reflects on the fragility of life and the constant threat of danger in his world, urging listeners to be vigilant and prepared for any adversities they may face. The verse ends with a reflection on the cyclical nature of street life, where success and downfall are intertwined, underscoring the harsh realities of the rapper's environment.
Line by Line Meaning
Raw in the pot, baking soda, I'm on my fourth box
I am deeply involved in the drug trade, constantly refining and expanding my operations.
Rip it 'til my wrist sore
I work tirelessly and relentlessly, putting in maximum effort until physically worn out.
Youngin' still wanna sniff more and kick doors
Young individuals are still eager to take risks and engage in criminal activities.
He don't wanna get rich, he wanna show you what his fit for
He is more concerned with showcasing his material possessions than achieving financial success.
I know why these niggas pissed off
I understand why my rivals are upset or angry.
Don't give a fuck if nigga 5'2 or 6'4
I am not intimidated by someone's physical stature, regardless of their height.
I get ticked off, two-piece him and wire his jaw
I become angry and resort to physical violence, punching and injuring my opponent's jaw.
A nigga violate he gotta die, it's law
If someone disrespects or crosses me, they must face the consequences, as per the rules of the streets.
I make a G call and niggas get off
I have influential connections that can help me resolve legal issues or avoid punishment.
Bay tiger, Wraith rider
I move around in luxury cars, displaying my wealth and status.
Catch them niggas that was talkin' and burn 'em with AK fire
I seek out and retaliate against those who speak ill of me, using extreme firepower.
I don't know how it be in the bum field
I am unfamiliar with the struggles of poverty or living in destitution.
Knew he was already snuffed, fuck it, I emptied out the drum still
Realizing he was already dead, I unloaded the firearm into his lifeless body.
Low top, the semis with the lock on 'em
I carry concealed handguns with a safety mechanism for quick and easy access.
Greenlight if you get the drop on 'em
If you have the opportunity to take advantage of their vulnerability, you have permission to act.
'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
This lifestyle may seem simple or straightforward, but it involves calculated risks and harsh realities.
Lil' smoke, lil' fluid (lil' smoke, lil' fluid)
Engaging in drug use or violence can be normalized or downplayed in this environment.
If you knew better then you'd do it (bitch)
If you were aware of the consequences or challenges, you would make the same decisions as me.
Started hustling during Bush Senior, got rich by Obama
I began my criminal activities during one political era and profited during another.
Ran up in them traps with them straps like they came for Osama
I aggressively entered dangerous situations with firearms, similar to a military operation.
So when the pressure got applied we ain't run from no drama
We faced adversity head-on and did not back down from confrontations or challenges.
Just give us what we came for or get the stick to your
Hand over the desired items or face the violent consequences.
Now look, man
Listen closely, pay attention.
I am a gangster, not a criminal or a crook man
I consider myself a respected figure in the criminal underworld, not just a common criminal.
And I can take it hard or soft 'cause I can cook, man
I am versatile and adaptable, able to handle situations with force or finesse.
So when the king gets killed and only the rook stands
In times of chaos or upheaval, I will be the one left standing to seize power.
I'll be knockin' on your door for the bread like Bookman
I will demand payment or compensation from you forcefully, like a debt collector.
And you'll be Florida
You will be in a vulnerable or dangerous position, like a target in a high-risk situation.
So come on outside into this corridor
Step out of your comfort zone or safety to confront the inevitable consequences.
And give me that paper or meet the coroner
Hand over the money or face the grim reality of death.
I ain't warning ya, you know my modus operandi
I am not giving you a chance to comply, as you are aware of my methods and approach.
Just give up that damn pie or you, him and your man die
Surrender the valuable loot or face fatal consequences for everyone involved.
And I ain't takin' it from ya, you finna give it to me
I will not hesitate to use force to take what is rightfully mine, so you should willingly hand it over.
'Cause the only way that you leaving here living is through me
Your survival or escape from this situation is solely dependent on my mercy or actions.
No matter fact, take off the jewelry and the shoes
Relinquish your valuable possessions, such as jewelry and footwear, as part of the robbery.
I need that iced-out cuban link and them Chicago 2's
Specifically, I want your expensive Cuban link chain and rare Air Jordan sneakers.
Now run it (ha)
Quickly hand over the goods or money without hesitation or resistance.
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Bernard Freeman, Demond Price, Patrick Baril, Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
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