Artist: U.G. f/ JoJo Pellegrino
Album:  No Fair Ones
Song:   No They Ain't
Typed by: Davida.b.

[Intro: JoJo Pellegrino]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, oh no they ain't
Yeah yeah, uh, South Shore, uh, Pella
Uh, U.G., check it out, yeah, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo yo

[JoJo Pellegrino]
They say Pella got the flames for real, but what effect will he have on the game?
Will he sell like Slim? Maybe, maybe not, but I level out your playing field
I been have been told ya, I don't rap the beast for my health
And I don't gotta talk in interviews I let the music speak for itself
I'm trying to blow up, ain't stoppin the radio playin me constantly
And my voice is irritating, like Sean Pauland 50 Cent to he point you wanna throw up
Simple and plain, MCs can't go against the kid with the grain
I'll tell you like DMX you Muhfuckas think it's a game?!
I'm like excruciating pain when a hot bullet riddles your frame
Hold up, lemme break in down in laments terms for you mens thats lame
I'm nice (blow) precise (blow) shine regardless of ice though
Give it to you quick when I spit like some dirty south shit or I can rhyme slow
Who harder then the boss? You bothersome, get lost
You're wack, seen your flick in the Step Your Game Up column in The Source
These chicks be starving, black and Puerto Rican girls love Pella
I ask if they got any Italian in em, when they tell me no, that's whn I say "You want some?"
Recently made some changes, yeah I'm just tryin to reinvent myself
No more Pellegrino, my new name is Fuck You I'm The Greatest
I shine like gold and I'm famous, diamond ropes rings and bracelets
Down like brokers and bakers, you hiding like roaches in basements
Time to go on haitus, you rappers could use a breather
Hang on to the flow, you spittin tight, I'm about to pull the floor from beneath ya
JoJo the whale, you're lyrically frail
I got a ??? that'll wack ya for 1.4 on a digital scale

[U.G.]
Me and Jo reading trees like Vietnamese, call the leads
Body fatigues, clutchin the heat
AKs, may day, you soft like Ray J
H.K.s tear your block up, when we pop up like Jack In The Box
I slang with the ox, clash with the cops
Clap at your pops, mack in the drop
With the mac in my lap, and I'm not playin
Stop playing or die here
Mind, God, order, crime got me caught up
With the game, sick in the brain
Lippin that thang, cock spitting the flame
I'm hot, sick with the aim, I drop
Hittin your vein like a shot
Shittin your vein from the pot
Grippin the mane like a rod from a pitbull
I hit yo ass with the clip full

[Hook X5: JoJo Pellegrino]
Oh no they ain't

[Chorus: JoJo Pellegrino]
You cats ain't ill like we is
Ain't real like we is
Ain't built like we is
Ooh no they ain't
You ain't impressive like we is
Ain't respective like we is
Ain't connected like we is
Oh uh, oh no they ain't
Ain't getting cash like we is
Oh no they ain't
Ain't getting ass like we is

[Hook X7]

[Outro: U.G.]
Stupid motherfuckers, U.G. and JoJo Pellegrino