JT Money It's Alright Lyrics

Hook

Yo if you wanna go to war, it's alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, it's alright
You wanna get it on n____, it's alright
Its alright (it's alright), it's alright (it's alright) (x2)

(jt money)
I got a problem with f**k n____s
Always talkin' s___ and try to duck n____s
Sucker n____s won't finish what they started
Be coppin' dueces cause them n____s soft-hearted
They straight b____es
Always puttin' on shows for these n____s and hoes
Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that a__ get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a b____
Or do you straight turn state on a n____ and snitch
When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no b____
And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real n____s don't call police
Real n____s handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed n____s talk s___ and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it

Hook

I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like black and milds
n____ know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap s___, I only spit game

You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you n____s sweatin' mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my n____ shakespeare

Hook

(big gipp)
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
s___ shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
It ain't s___ funny, it's the money man and gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
n____s from miami and atlanta holdin' heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping

Hook

(jt money)
Straight up and down, I'm a let you f**k n____ know
You n____s don't want war, talking all that s___
Cause you apted up on that motherf**king tough guy juice
Get round' the motherf**king boys, listen to this g______ rap music
And n____s think it's a motherf**king game
Alright, play with it
Jt money, big gipp, let you n____s know

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