Ain't Too Much To It (feat. Conway the Machine, Bun B & Ab-Soul)

Statik Selektah

Yo 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
Cause my kicks $1200 smelling like cookies in the Kith store
Don't give a fuck if niggas 5'2 or 6'4

I get ticked off, two piece I'm rewiring his jaw
A nigga violate he gotta die, it's law
I make a G call and niggas get off
Day 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
Green light if we get the drop on em
Machine

Cause it ain't too much to it
It ain't too much to it
Nah
Lil smoke lil fluid
It ain't too much to it

Nah
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

We started hustling during Bush Senior, got rich by Obama
Ran up in your traps with the 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
Ust 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 that jewelry and your shoes

I need that iced out cuban link and them Chicago two's
Now run it

Cause it ain't too much to it
It ain't too much to it
Nah
Lil smoke lil fluid
It ain't too much to it

Nah
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

Ay, man
I ain't gotta do shit but stay black and die
Tryna get rich as a motherfucker and stay fly God
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 five foot nine
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 kinda needed a snare
Or another one of them kicks or something somewhere right there
What's up with this nigga Statik man
Ayo Jimmo let me hear that shit back right quick