Interlude #1

(album: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 3 - 2009)

What up?
It's your boy, neighborhood Nip Hussle back at y'all again
It's the moment you all been waiting for
Bullets ain't got no names volume 3
And it feel good right now, man
I holla at y'all
Volume 1 I was fresh out
Tryna say something, tryna be heard
Tryna make y'all feel me
Volume 2 I was starting to like, get the feedback
Start to look like it might be possible
Volume 3, shit, I'm standing with my foot right at the edge
Feel me?
I'm finna jump
I ain't gon' fall though, no
Nah
No
It's all money in, no money out, my nigga
What that basically means, know how to speak money to talk my language, man
Ain't about no bread, it sound like it's French to me
Like it's Japanese or something, man
You're speaking Taiwan or something
I did it myself, homie
You seen the posters
You seen the mixtapes, [?] music
You seen the videos at Slauson and Crenshaw
I did that, my nigga
Nobody put me there, nobody made me, my nigga
Feel me?
So if you hating, my nigga, suck a dick and die
I could care less, nigga
I'ma do what I do
'Cause you can't love me don't get me no bread
You feel me?