Texty:
Sky Nina You Ain T Got It

't You aint't got it.. You aint't good enough.. You aint't got it.. You aint't good enough.. You aint't got it.. You aint't good enough.. You aint't got

scream motherfuck you and who ever designed you And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to And we don't die we multiply and then we come divide you

the streets, my god caught a case 'cause he beat His lady down, it's two-thou That ain't the way we lay it down Souls get, found and lost at the roads

pardon Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the margin If you want it greedy, come and get it Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin'

Sky?s the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin? on Sky?s the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want

my, look what we got Three boss players chillin in one spot It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh [Fat Joe

, Ain't not time to be geekin', We gonna do that though, Flip that hoe, kick that flow, Make it to the top, then we get that dough! [1 Ton] It ain't funny, you

It's time to see me, baby Put it on me, put it on me, feels so good The farther we go, you got me like wow You put your game down, I can't let go 'Cause

gon' holla back And party to dis Nina Sky track Guys watchin' you dancin' and screamin' oh Night ain't ova you still have time to go Keep it dancin' lets see you