Ain't Worried
By Haiku (2016)
On album Oblivion (2016)
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Intro (T-Dubb-O)
(Yea) Look I really don't know what the f*** you n****s is thinking, but this ours. This ours. If you want it, you've gotta pry it from my cold, dead fingers. See, I'm willing to die for it, and I don't even think you're really ready to go there
Chorus (T-Dubb-O/Haiku)
Ku: I'll start a riot in this b****. I've been carried out a few times
Dubb: I'm strapped b****. I done carried out a few crimes
Ku: ‘Cuz of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times
Dubb: These rappers talking s***, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Ku: I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Dubb: (Nah, nah) Look I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Ku: I'll start a riot in this b****. I've been carried out a few times
Dubb: These rappers talking s***, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
T-Dubb-O
(Yea. Look.) Strapped like dyke sex
About to make my dreams come true off this Pyrex
I must just slide up in the club with a nice tech
Drink twelve Bud Lights. I'm not the one to test like mic check
Standing on the couch spilling Henny on the dj
Flash the .30 at him make him put my s*** on replay
It's Mob Lyfe, T-Dubb-O, you n****s know me
Hit the stage, make the whole crowd say “F*** The Police”
You see the VVSs. The necklace get her to go creep
I Speakerboxx into her Love Below like it's ‘03
Start a riot like Tity Boi. Riding ‘round with that semi toy
Y'all show up when the war's over, b****, like Helen Troy
I'm Achilles with lyrics. Kill them. Come get destroyed
Sick with the flow. Any chick'll go. I spit iller noise
Ku, what's the word? We get it cracking at any moment
You want to make your s*** hot, then put Dubb on it (What's up?)
[Repeat Chorus]
Haiku
(Yea) You know I come from a tough breed, a city that's known to crush dreams
These rappers plagued with too much greed, and there ain't no honor amongst thieves
Always lived by one creed: Cross us, and you must bleed
So keep my name out your mouth, put my dick in it. That's the only way you gon' succeed
And you know they can't wait to hate when they see you stepping over your milestones
But there really ain't much you can tell somebody who's living inside a no fly zone
I've had police barging in my home, death threats in my i
Phone
But I grip weapons like trick questions. They'll leave you riddled and your mind blown
These rookies be killing me thinking that they don't have to show respect when approaching vets
Acting so suspect, talking ‘bout hunting me down like Boba Fett
But I can't count on my fingers how many times that I've been close to death
Now all of a sudden one of these corny rappers supposed to pose a threat?
Half these bastards throwing sets are 100 pounds when they're soaking wet
And you think you're laying my soul to rest? I don't suggest you hold your breath
With them women's clothes in your wardrobe. Better get control of them hormones
You've been warned hoes. I'm turning the next award show to a war zone
[Repeat Chorus]
(Yea) Look I really don't know what the f*** you n****s is thinking, but this ours. This ours. If you want it, you've gotta pry it from my cold, dead fingers. See, I'm willing to die for it, and I don't even think you're really ready to go there
Chorus (T-Dubb-O/Haiku)
Ku: I'll start a riot in this b****. I've been carried out a few times
Dubb: I'm strapped b****. I done carried out a few crimes
Ku: ‘Cuz of that, I've almost been buried ‘bout a few times
Dubb: These rappers talking s***, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Ku: I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Dubb: (Nah, nah) Look I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
Ku: I'll start a riot in this b****. I've been carried out a few times
Dubb: These rappers talking s***, but I ain't worried ‘bout a few rhymes
T-Dubb-O
(Yea. Look.) Strapped like dyke sex
About to make my dreams come true off this Pyrex
I must just slide up in the club with a nice tech
Drink twelve Bud Lights. I'm not the one to test like mic check
Standing on the couch spilling Henny on the dj
Flash the .30 at him make him put my s*** on replay
It's Mob Lyfe, T-Dubb-O, you n****s know me
Hit the stage, make the whole crowd say “F*** The Police”
You see the VVSs. The necklace get her to go creep
I Speakerboxx into her Love Below like it's ‘03
Start a riot like Tity Boi. Riding ‘round with that semi toy
Y'all show up when the war's over, b****, like Helen Troy
I'm Achilles with lyrics. Kill them. Come get destroyed
Sick with the flow. Any chick'll go. I spit iller noise
Ku, what's the word? We get it cracking at any moment
You want to make your s*** hot, then put Dubb on it (What's up?)
[Repeat Chorus]
Haiku
(Yea) You know I come from a tough breed, a city that's known to crush dreams
These rappers plagued with too much greed, and there ain't no honor amongst thieves
Always lived by one creed: Cross us, and you must bleed
So keep my name out your mouth, put my dick in it. That's the only way you gon' succeed
And you know they can't wait to hate when they see you stepping over your milestones
But there really ain't much you can tell somebody who's living inside a no fly zone
I've had police barging in my home, death threats in my i
Phone
But I grip weapons like trick questions. They'll leave you riddled and your mind blown
These rookies be killing me thinking that they don't have to show respect when approaching vets
Acting so suspect, talking ‘bout hunting me down like Boba Fett
But I can't count on my fingers how many times that I've been close to death
Now all of a sudden one of these corny rappers supposed to pose a threat?
Half these bastards throwing sets are 100 pounds when they're soaking wet
And you think you're laying my soul to rest? I don't suggest you hold your breath
With them women's clothes in your wardrobe. Better get control of them hormones
You've been warned hoes. I'm turning the next award show to a war zone
[Repeat Chorus]
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