Goldie Mack- Is You Is Or Is You Ain't? {RP Song}

[Goldie Mack]

 

 

Lyrics starts at 0:20.

 

{Chorus:}

Is you ain't or is you down?

Is you fake or the realist around?

Is you reppin proud for ya side of town?

From East, West, North and South,

Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds?

While layin out clowns into the ground,

Catchin haters slippin on the rebound,

Lettin all fakers know ya in the house!

 

{1st Verse:}

Is you is or is you ain't,

If ya ain't 100 then youz a Snake.

Like them type that be smiling in yo face,

Then stab ya in the back with hella hate.

That's why i packs a shank and a gat on me,

Ion trust nobody even my own family.

Cuz family can be your worst enemy,

Cuz mines threw me into the cold ass streets.

They say Blood is thicker than water,

But watch that change when you become a Baller.

People change when they see them Dollar'$,

Money can even make ya slap yo Moma!

That's why I'm A-B-K All day screw a Relative,

Exept for God, My Parent's and my Kids.

That's the real gang that I'm reppin,

To all you fakes y'all can go suck a Mac-10!

 

{Chorus:}

Is you ain't or is you down?

Is you fake or the realist around?

Is you reppin proud for ya side of town?

From East, West, North and South,

Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds?

While layin out clowns into the ground,

Catchin haters slippin on the rebound,

Lettin all fakers know ya in the house!

 

{2nd Verse:}

Goldie set-trippin on you fake ass homie's,

That's full of envy, greed and jealously.

Y'all mad cuz y'all got no creativity,

Like the G-O-L-D-I-E.

All mad cuz i wont let y'all use me,

Mad cuz i ain't a phony.

Mad cuz i can survive all by my loney,

Mad cuz i don't kiss ass like a Monkey.

Don't hate the player hate the game,

It ain't my fault you don't know how to play.

It ain't my fault ya can't mack a dame,

It ain't my fault that youz a goofy ass lame.

It ain't my fault youz a down low gay,

Mabe that's why ya keep hollerin my name.

Keep my dick out cha mouth before i spray,

With my 100 Drum Round AK.

 

{Chorus:}

Is you ain't or is you down?

Is you fake or the realist around?

Is you reppin proud for ya side of town?

From East, West, North and South,

Is you packin six shooter's or 100 Rounds?

While layin out clowns into the ground,

Catchin haters slippin on the rebound,

Lettin all fakers know ya in the house!

Edited October 22, 2021 by Goldie Mack