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