| I been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
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| Shufflin crack like cards to these burnt out dope fiends
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| Cookin rock after motherfuckin rock
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| Seein cop after motherfuckin cop on the block
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| Changin face after motherfuckin face
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| Watchin niggas catch dope case after dope case
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| Add it up and you’ll find mo' niggas doin time in the pen
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| Cause he wouldn’t snitch on his fuckin friend
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| And that same motherfucker that didn’t go to jail
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| Wouldn’t come and pay his homeboy’s bail
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| But that’s the way niggas do you
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| Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya
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| 12 months in the county, you done got out and found out
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| That your homie runs his own dope house
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| And he ain’t gave you shit
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| Not even a funky-ass ounce to get on yo feet, that sheisty bitch
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| And he still calls you family
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| But I be damned if I be kin to a nigga who ain’t payin me
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| Cause I ain’t with that ho shit
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| So if you thinkin 'bout fuckin me, nigga, you better try some mo' shit
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| Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
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| Watch another nigga progress
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| Off the motherfuckin shit I did
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| But in the '90s, it’s payback and I ain’t takin no shorts, kid
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| Cause life is a bitch
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| And I ain’t that nigga to be broke while makin another motherfucker rich
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| So wise up, nigga, get with the program
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| Cause in this dirty game you gotta wash your own hands
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| And I got a Tec-9, ready to take mine and what’s for me
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| Ho, yeah, no nuts no glory
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| Now I done heard a nigga say they callin me the biggest bitch in Texas
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| Cause I’m bummin a ride when I should be drivin Lexus
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| But you know I gives a fuck about what niggas say
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| I handle mine by handlin shit my own way
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| I let niggas think it’s cool
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| To fuck a nigga like me, but they don’t know who they psychin fools
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| See, I stay low key
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| Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don’t know me, G
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| Claimin that we friends
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| When my little girl is ridin the bus and his little girl is ridin a fuckin Benz
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| Who’s your friend, ask yourself that shit
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| The only friend I got is my fuckin pistol grip
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| Filthy rich, I know you love it
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| I done made yo ass fat and you still talkin 'bout 25 off a hundred
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| Be real, that shit went out in '86
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| I’m down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain’t playin tricks, bitch
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| Still refuse to give me mine? |
| Cool
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| Nigga be that way and I’mma handle my business, fool
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| Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
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| You gotta get down for your shit while you can, homie
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| And you’s about to get yo ass lit up
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| Cause the fuckin aim proper and I ain’t the nigga that’s catchin the nut
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| Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
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| But payback is a must when I ain’t the nigga that’s gettin rich
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| Cause life ain’t but one big chance
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| And unlike these other motherfuckers I ain’t scared to touch yo bitch ass
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| Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you’s a ho
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| And the Peter Man can’t tolerate hoes, so you gots to go
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| Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts
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| Got everybody thinkin you’s the shit
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| But really I’m the motherfuckin one
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| So I’m about to grab my shit off the self
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| And go on a mission, one nigga gettin busy by his damn self
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| So keep on thinkin you fuckin me
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| But while you thinkin I be pullin your fuckin number, G
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| Cause I’m a nigga with no heart and no worry
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| Gettin down for mine, bitch, no nuts no glory |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Nuts No Glory, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Til Death Do Us Part, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп