Nuttin' to Do

The very best of game recordings The finest in hip hop entertainment Hello, I'm naughty One of the sexy sexy game girls you all love to love And I wanna welcome you to game tight So, sit back, relax and get your groove on The Bad Yeah The Evil The Bad Yeah The Evil Right, yo Put em together Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew Yo I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do I am bored! I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm ripping your wallet off And slipping a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts I'm on some shook shit, if it's missing I took it (whoops!) Nurse look at this straitjacket, it's crooked! I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx) So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head When the rest of his body's still alive running? Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it For every hundred MC's rhyming about birds Only about two-thirds'd really set it without words Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's raining slugs (what?) I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh) I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defending me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you want to get sent up Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew Yo I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew Yo I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause And by the time you all catch on, I'm a end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten floors Pull a fucking headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this) I'm indoors, waiting for disaster to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen You swallow cum bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin" Getting skully while I'm autographing Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my you-haul screaming "Wait, wait, wait, you ain't moving here! Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souvenir? I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference, I need some 'caine 'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' Walking in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces, you say grace and make faces I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?) Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, icing my fame, blowing your hand off Dancing with the Devil leading, I won't die, I'm never leaving (what?) I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?) Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a deathwish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?) A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em Be careful you might get what you ask for Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew Yo I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew Yo I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do The Bad The Evil The Bad The Evil