Lyrics Nobody Believes Me - Styles P , J-Hood , CROSS
Ahh...
today′s
narrator,
the
Ghost,
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha...
This
is
a
true
story
ladies
and
gentlemen
You
might
not
believe
it
though
But
fuck
it,
thats
why
I'm
the
ghost
(Styles)
I′m
about
to
open
up
Listen,
one
day
I
fell
asleep
and
my
knife
woke
me
up
He
said
(Cross)
Your
gun
is
in
the
closet
flippin
Talkin
bout
I
get
the
most
action
he
about
to
soak
me
up
(Styles)
So
I
went
to
the
closet
said
"Hammer
what's
wrong
with
you?"
(Sheek)
You
ain't
busting
me
off,
it′s
like
I
don′t
belong
to
you
(Styles)
I
said
I
just
beat
a
case
daddy
And
I'm
trying
to
take
it
easy
cause
I
gotta
move
this
weight
daddy
Then
the
hammer
said
(Sheek)
Man
listen,
used
the
knife
twice
in
a
row
Tell
me
if
the
plan
switchin
Cause
we
used
to
get
around
together
We
used
to
put
niggas
down
together,
tell
me
if
it′s
now
or
never
(Styles)
I
said
hammer
take
it
easy
baby
Cause
I
got
niggas
to
kill
and
I
would
never
do
you
greasy
baby
And
all
you
gotta
do
is
chill
a
while
And
then
the
hammer
said
"cool"
cuz
you
know
that
I
feel
you
Styles
(Chorus:
Styles)
I
got
a
story
to
tell,
my
knife
talk
to
me
But
nobody
believe
that
my
knife
talk
to
me
I
got
a
story
to
tell,
my
hammer
talk
to
me
But
nobody
believe
that
my
hammer
talk
to
me
I
got
a
story
to
tell,
my
haze
talk
to
me
But
nobody
believe
that
my
haze
talk
to
me
I
got
a
story
to
tell,
my
money
talk
to
me
But
nobody
believe
that
my
money
talk
to
me
(Styles)
My
knife
said
to
me
(Cross)
I
hawk
niggas
down,
bust
arteries
(Styles)
And
he
get
bright
red
for
me
Knife
you
my
nigga
but
leave
me
alone
I
got
to
talk
to
my
man
Haze
to
get
in
the
zone
I
said
"Haze
what
the
hell
is
up?"
He
said
(J-Hood)
You
know
how
we
do,
you
know
that
we
crew
So
where's
the
vanilla
dutch
(Styles)
Rolling
something
up,
Thinking
about
killing
every
rapper
in
the
game
And
holding
something
up
My
haze
said
to
me
(J-Hood)
You
need
to
calm
down
when
the
rage
come
to
you
′Fore
a
grave
or
a
cage
or
a
gauge
come
to
you
But
you
don't
give
a
fuck
So
just
open
up
your
book
and
let
your
page
come
to
you
(Styles)
Even
though
I′m
humble
and
noble
I
don't
give
a
fuck
You
ain't
tryin
to
hear
me
I′ma
shoot
through
your
mobile
It′s
funny,
I'll
stalk
you
Hold
up
my
niggas,
it
aint
a
convo
′less
your
money
start
talking
(Chorus)
(Styles)
My
money
spoke
to
me
It
said
shit
that
if
it
wasn't
for
his
ass
there
wouldn′t
be
no
hope
for
me
Money
ain't
everything,
and
then
he
laughed
at
me
And
said
the
hammer
oughta
blast
at
me
He
said
I
got
you
out
of
jail,
paid
for
the
lawyer
and
bail
Take
a
look
at
the
cars
and
the
crib
I
keep
the
clothes
on
your
back,
food
in
your
mouth
Even
paid
for
the
birds
when
you
moved
niggas
south
Shit,
I′m
the
reason
why
the
block
jumping
Let
a
nigga
try
to
stop
something,
D-Block'll
pop
something
And
I'm
the
reason
why
you
ride
or
die
Keep
a
lot
of
me
by
your
side,
shoot
niggas
in
the
eye
I
said
money
you
the
root
of
evil
How
they
print
"In
God
We
Trust"
knowing
what
you
do
to
people
But
I′m
a
hard
felon
So
I
grabbed
two
stacks,
dirty
and
bloody
cause
I
heard
my
car
yelling
(Chorus)
![Styles P, Sheek, Cross & J-Hood - A Gangster And A Gentleman (Explicit Version)](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/4/y/g/h/usgninhgy4.jpg)
1 Good Times
2 A Gangster And A Gentleman
3 Black Magic
4 Daddy Get That Cash
5 Lick Shots
6 And I Came To...
7 Get Paid
8 I'm A Ruff Ryder
9 Soul Clap
10 Styles
11 Listen
12 Nobody Believes Me
13 Dedication (Skit)
14 My Brother
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