[Verse 1]  I got a problem how you do that there  It's been thirteen years and aint went nowhere  Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit  And aint no motherfucking question know who run this bitch  I got my nigga Erick Sermon he supplied the beat  And I be in the vocal booth, supply the heat  Up in the game, for the street, these blocks and thugs  With a pistol grip shotgun to box someone  And it's a thin red line between what was and aint  Got a $50 sack, plus I love to drink  I be in southside nigga til it's said and done  And I was always taught to take the bread and run  Here it is, the motherfucking moment of truth  I came in one deep now what you hoes wanna do    [HOOK:]  All these Rolex watches  It aint shit to me  And the Cristal poppin  It aint shit to me  Bitches out boppin  Aint shit to me  It aint shit to me, aint shit to me    [Verse 2]  Man, hold up, got too much bleek in my truck  I silence niggas like gag orders  With motherfucking powderpuff I just add water  I blow you punk bitches out the frame  And I'ma make you hoes remember my name  I'm the J E S S E, J A M E S  I'm shuttin niggas down H child is mine I bet you know now  So hush with the talk, talk  Claimin you gon' put it on the map  Well I done already done that  So follow in footsteps of the gangsta shit's finest  Since 1987, Mr. Scarface  Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth  The last man standin, now what you wanna do    [HOOK:]  So you got tight flows  It aint shit to me  Money, hoes  It aint shit to me  Brand new clothes  It aint shit to me  Yeah right, see this Ro  It aint shit to me  Finna get a record deal  It aint shit to me  Build a house on the hill  It aint shit to me  Brand new Benz, big wheels  It aint shit to me, aint shit to me, it aint shit to me    [Verse 3]  Now the moral of this story here is simple and plain  Next time you mention southern rap remember the name  All you magazine niggas gettin caught up in the new shit  Just remember what the truth is  My mind playin tricks on me, Scarface is back  Diary of a man made, nigga come and ask  The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster  Damn it feels good to be a gangster  Smile for me now, I see the man died today, my fuel  I'm still up in this bitch, what they wanna do    [HOOK:]  Ay, ay  It aint shit to me  All that talk it aint shit to me  Big money aint shit to me  It aint shit to me  Publishing  Aint shit to me  Management deals aint shit to me  Money, cars, jewelry  Aint shit to me, aint shit to me