the new official video full +lyricsFat Joe\n\n \"You Ain\'t Saying Nothin\' \n\n[Chorus: Master P]\nYou Ain\'t Sayin Nothing, Nigga, You Ain\'t Sayin Nothing x8\n\n[Master P]\nI\'m the truth motherfucker I ball with Mike Bibby\nI\'m in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me\nWhen niggaz will jack you, them hoes got gats too\nThese kidswalk around with golds and tattoos\nJ Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that bitch going\nNiggaz disrespect me and I make you stop growing\nBoz he right here, Hot Boy he right here\nThe New No Limit, nigga this is our year\nWe about money, cars, bitches, hoes\nKicking out windows and knocking down doors\nI\'m a hustler motherfucker, I can\'t work for the man\nPut them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can\nThey feeling me, my enemies mean-mug\nStill walk up in the club and buy the bars up\nLike What The What What, Get Beat the Fuck UpNo Limit In This Bitch, You better shut the fuck up[Chorus]\n\n[Mr. Str8]\nThey don\'t wanna play with me, they scared, ain\'t said nothing\nWe too deep up in the club, we waiting to start stunting\nJumping like you crazy, like nigga you can\'t fade me\nTipsy on that remy, I\'m ready to start blazing\nLike holding the club down, dipping out with cha lady\nSprees on my Chevy, they spinning like changed faces\nMovin through the hood, Choppin like I am racing\nBoy say \"He gone\" but show me you can\'t hate me\nYeah this the year, so niggaz just disappear\nNiggaz gonna expect it from me, I\'m right chea\nYou drive, I\'m right chea, My niggaz, we right chea\nRiding, Might Drop Em, don\'t wanna play round here\nWe about money, cars, broads, hoes\nKicking out windows and knocking down doors\nA cup full of remy and a bottle of Mo\nI light that dro when its time to smoke\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Desperado]\nSouth West Philly P\'s\nThem sawed off stickers, snatch out ya weave\nYou can\'t see me through the tips on the range\nIt ain\'t about the money, bitch we got change\n[Yukon]\nGets ya hypnotic, Afficial, we bout it\nReal niggaz up in the club, we ain\'t smiling\n[Desperado]\nRespect on our shirt, my shoes are P Miller\nFind us on the block with thugs and drug dealers\nThe cuts on our diamonds is sharp as grease\nIt looks like the lights on our masterpieces\n[Yukon]\nMy team strong so we ready for whatever\nBad chicks wit us like we came here together\nLater on, I might lace something\nWe in the club, hella deep, but your ass wouldn\'t say something\n[Mr. Str8]\nPut your hood in the air, represent your city\nFree C-Murder and wild out with me\n\n[Chorus] - 2X 2008, Ain't, by, Dre, Fat, fm, Joe, lyrics, music, new, Nothin, Plies, rap, Sayin', video, world, You