Nothin'

I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go... On you hatin ass niggaz I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter I aint puttin the 2 on the 10 I'm makin vast figures You fags bitter, mad Wanna be fakin' class with us How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us? Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a... Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin Boom, Bing, Bang All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in Want some drama? Well I can fit it in We can make it so you're no longer a citizen Suction from beneath you We just a little dust'n All because I'm bringin the bucks in They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin' (Uh huh) They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) So I ain't trippin' on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh) On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops I used to cop and used to chop And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the late night at Ms. White's I'm fuckin' with Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We came up with Vill Young thugs dump drugs Nigga hungry for meals Young thugs jumped blood Nigga itchin' for kills Shit was real in the field, man This shit was too real Lost my homies to this shit, man This shit is for real But nigga, Nowadays the streets They go hard on the hustla All these pussy niggaz lackin So us real niggaz suffer Not plentiful for me no more It's hoes in the game Since I smell when paper foldin, man I rollin' with Strange Pour some whiskey, Party with me Tell the Feds if they miss me They aint comin for me now Then nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone Big homie, Strange Music Resurrection, I'm home They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh) They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh) All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks Talk with bananas and talk clips Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit You see them cherry red chucks? Yeah, I'm with the shit Anyway I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you We could get 'em up I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em Click-Clack, nigga Yanka get yanked on There's been alotta hatin, nigga Since I came home Anything a nigga do, homie It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4 They wanna bee a nigga dead, man But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz They could keep hatin They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) So I aint trippin' on nothin' (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin' (Uh huh) They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) But they ain't talkin' about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin' on nothin' (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin', bustin' (Uh huh)