Lyrics:
sayin nathin' We expect payment for this level of greatness You dealin with Manchild it's so Hard to face it Word placement, is this seat taken? So sick
Little Lady Dang it Why you try to mess on me I ain't got nathin' Lie in bed all day and write myself letters I sit and watch my plants grow I can
(HOok) Eh Versace Masked up in this bitch Like Fauci That batty Yeah hoe go on shake That batty Yeah nathin Y’all niggas ain’t talking Bout
give us arraignment I'm sick and tired this nation They kill my brothers for nathin we're still marching for changes They brought us over in chains now
Game must be focused upon Game If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' (What you say) If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' Game (Then
(Tu Feo!) Money flip Yellow pages Silver rollie Black face My wrist Lookin' racist Feo from the Rosa bust ya Sh*t up Swear it's Nathin' Check
and they don't know how to take it I couldn't care man if they hate it They go talk man they go debate it They know what man they know nathin' I'll block
I don't need no fake love, no fake friend, no fake shit I been seeing through these niggas hatin, It's nothing it's nathin These hatin niggas be too
Game must be focused upon, game If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin' (What you say) If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game (Then
like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a busta I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in
like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a busta I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in
First things first, I Poppa, freaks all the honies Dummies, playboy bunnies, those wantin' money Those the ones I like cause they don't get nathin
n****s and my b****es at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-see, the rider with the clique And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit
Get it in gear, you bringin' up the rear Comp aint nathin We spit a doctrine you can put your faith in Battle me better have a sick plan Come wit'
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I
the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who
child support But at this point she gets nathin from me I ain't fakin' it, freak, I'm just makin' the beat So don't dance, ride the strip All day long
vacant Mami stop fakin', talkin' bout wat you got You ain't got nathin' and your not cakin' Your not my taste, get outta my face I play the top like
keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin' El Gato is my code name, don't ever call me Radric Crystal coke and crystal meth, so
for everything I got it was not handed And nobody fed a nigga nothin when I was famished I'm bussin for life but not for nathin but god damnit Notice
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde If that was then there'll be no Texas with
blazin', amazin' One love to the Harlem Foundation We be gettin' down, you can tell my town nathin' About money makin', tired of all these clown niggaz
to nathin, heavy rotation If it wasn't for some of that "Tired of Being Stepped On" shit When I was locked up, I probably wouldn't have never made it
sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin' Ayo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick With creamy nuts on the side
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