Big Gipp - Alright lyrics

Hook Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright You wanna get it on n***a, its alright Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2) (JT Money) I got a problem with f** n***as Always talkin' sh** and try to duck n***as s**er n***as won't finish what they started Be coppin' dueces cause them n***as soft-hearted They straight b**hes Always puttin' on shows for these n***as and hoes Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows Ain't got no scrap, better k** that rap Think life is a game, until that a** get tapped And when it do, what you do, you run like a b**h Or do you straight turn state on a n***a and snitch When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls Real n***as don't call police Real n***as handle theirs when they got beef Flawed n***as talk sh** 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 k**er 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 s**ers flee spots, and leave knots Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles s**ers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds n***a know a plan, laying down this thing Beyond all that rap sh**, 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 s**ers better recognize Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you n***as sweatin' mine I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here Putting down in the zone with my n***a 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 sh** 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 sh** funny, its 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***as 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** n***a know You n***as don't want war, talking all that sh** Cause you apted up on that motherf**ing tough guy juice Get round' the motherf**ing boys, listen to this goddamn rap music And n***as think its a motherf**ing game Alright, play with it Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you n***as know Hook