"It Ain't About Tha" lyrics
Ayo
This is S-S-Sic-Sics-Sics-Si-Sicknotes (Notes, notes)
Hah hah, Promatic, hah
On me, Proof, other half is Dogmatic [?]
[?] we do, that's how we do it
Bakarak get out the army nigga come home
This to the many that wanted more
And Purple Pills and smile, I worked the skills and now I'm gunning for
Platinum plaques and respect
I'm 'bout to rap and collect, pack the gat and the Tech
Master [?], pass the cash or the cheque
Before I harrass your bitch ass and blast your chest
Snatching your breath like City Of Boom
I'm really in tune, Mr. T. I pity the fool (I pity the fool!)
Proof is awesome, [?] I shoot your office
Murk your soldiers, when it's over recruit your bosses
This is flawless dogshit, complex and chocolate
My [?] hit whoever God send (That's him)
You call 'em words, I call 'em tongue noise
I'm Bush Jones in this rap shit to you young boys
Incorporated by my flow to Death City
And y'all real like Lil' Kim's left titty (Heh heh)
It ain't about the (Fame), it ain't about the (Shine)
It ain't about the (Fortune), it's all about the (Dimes)
It ain't about the (Watch), it ain't about the (Ice)
It ain't about the (Chain), it's all about the (Mics)
It ain't about the (Money), it ain't about the (Deal)
It ain't about the (Video), it's all about the (Skills)
It ain't about the (Clubs), it ain't about the (Drugs)
It ain't about the (Thugs), it's all about the (Love)
I'll be Proof because I'm evidence
Ever since I was crowned a benevolent, Heaven sent veteran
Every letter fit the ghetto script
My life outcome dead or rich, bread or chips, whatever pay the rent
My life's a motion picture, come close and listen
After I say what I say, don't approach me bitching
Props to Chedda Boys, Rock Bottom and F.K
Mu is true, a little fame is just away
Press play, this is oldschool, I got live rhymes
Ask Joyce, at him I'll point five nines (Hah)
From the archives I love pushing art
'Cause them dudes move y'all and shit it truly push my heart
AWOL stay tall, Al Nuke stay focused
Promatic is destined to be crowned the dopest
[?] nice, [?], the Wes Chill and B-Def
Put your faith in Promatic 'cause we next
It ain't about the (Fame), it ain't about the (Shine)
It ain't about the (Fortune), it's all about the (Dimes)
It ain't about the (Watch), it ain't about the (Ice)
It ain't about the (Chain), it's all about the (Mics)
It ain't about the (Money), it ain't about the (Deal)
It ain't about the (Video), it's all about the (Skills)
It ain't about the (Clubs), it ain't about the (Drugs)
It ain't about the (Thugs), it's all about the (Love)
Ayo this is to all my real fans in hip hop
Naw it ain't radio friendly, it's mixtape friendly
For all them real cats that love rap
And love Proof, D12, Promatic, Sicknotes, I.F
This is S-S-Sic-Sics-Sics-Si-Sicknotes (Notes, notes)
Hah hah, Promatic, hah
On me, Proof, other half is Dogmatic [?]
[?] we do, that's how we do it
Bakarak get out the army nigga come home
This to the many that wanted more
And Purple Pills and smile, I worked the skills and now I'm gunning for
Platinum plaques and respect
I'm 'bout to rap and collect, pack the gat and the Tech
Master [?], pass the cash or the cheque
Before I harrass your bitch ass and blast your chest
Snatching your breath like City Of Boom
I'm really in tune, Mr. T. I pity the fool (I pity the fool!)
Proof is awesome, [?] I shoot your office
Murk your soldiers, when it's over recruit your bosses
This is flawless dogshit, complex and chocolate
My [?] hit whoever God send (That's him)
You call 'em words, I call 'em tongue noise
I'm Bush Jones in this rap shit to you young boys
Incorporated by my flow to Death City
And y'all real like Lil' Kim's left titty (Heh heh)
It ain't about the (Fame), it ain't about the (Shine)
It ain't about the (Fortune), it's all about the (Dimes)
It ain't about the (Watch), it ain't about the (Ice)
It ain't about the (Chain), it's all about the (Mics)
It ain't about the (Money), it ain't about the (Deal)
It ain't about the (Video), it's all about the (Skills)
It ain't about the (Clubs), it ain't about the (Drugs)
It ain't about the (Thugs), it's all about the (Love)
I'll be Proof because I'm evidence
Ever since I was crowned a benevolent, Heaven sent veteran
Every letter fit the ghetto script
My life outcome dead or rich, bread or chips, whatever pay the rent
My life's a motion picture, come close and listen
After I say what I say, don't approach me bitching
Props to Chedda Boys, Rock Bottom and F.K
Mu is true, a little fame is just away
Press play, this is oldschool, I got live rhymes
Ask Joyce, at him I'll point five nines (Hah)
From the archives I love pushing art
'Cause them dudes move y'all and shit it truly push my heart
AWOL stay tall, Al Nuke stay focused
Promatic is destined to be crowned the dopest
[?] nice, [?], the Wes Chill and B-Def
Put your faith in Promatic 'cause we next
It ain't about the (Fame), it ain't about the (Shine)
It ain't about the (Fortune), it's all about the (Dimes)
It ain't about the (Watch), it ain't about the (Ice)
It ain't about the (Chain), it's all about the (Mics)
It ain't about the (Money), it ain't about the (Deal)
It ain't about the (Video), it's all about the (Skills)
It ain't about the (Clubs), it ain't about the (Drugs)
It ain't about the (Thugs), it's all about the (Love)
Ayo this is to all my real fans in hip hop
Naw it ain't radio friendly, it's mixtape friendly
For all them real cats that love rap
And love Proof, D12, Promatic, Sicknotes, I.F
