Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing Wit Me , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Teflon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2005
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Nothing Wit Me |
| Cock ya guns on this one, fire ya doja on this one |
| Pour ya drank on this one man, 7−1-3 |
| Get your C’s up, this the Commission |
| I’ma throw up for my hood, then I’ma blow up for my hood |
| Then I’ma show up for my hood, then I’ma po' up for my hood |
| They don’t want nothing with me, (not me) |
| They don’t want nothing with me, (who me) |
| They don’t want nothing with me, (CMG) |
| They don’t want nothing with me, (S.U.C. baby) |
| I’ma throw up for my hood, then I’ma blow up for my hood |
| Then I’ma show up for my hood, then I’ma po' up for my hood |
| I’m a pimp by nature, and a boss by force |
| I done sold a million records, I’m just not in the Source |
| A lot of niggas in the streets, say they hood as me |
| But on the microphone rapping, not as good as me |
| I’m on the grind going hard, and my pen is hot |
| Yeah, coming for that number one spot |
| Niggas calling out my crew, like my click gon fold |
| But we gon strap 'em to the track, and let the c-train roll |
| I’m a Custom Made Gangsta, and a Capo too |
| It’s independent black cash, nigga thanks to Screw |
| Got my eyes on you niggas, like some contact lens |
| And I’m headed to the top, but still seeking revenge yeah |
| It’s a hundred yards and running, my corners let’s man up |
| It’s some G’s in the building, my niggas let’s stand up |
| Nuts will be taken, hearts will be breaking |
| C.M.G.-S.U.C., history in the making |
| Fuck the background, man my turn is next |
| Tell them folks in New York, to start cutting the check |
| Niggas whispering under the rug, that I’m lost and forgot |
| But on the cool damn fool, check the radar watch |
| All these kings everywhere, I refuse to kneel |
| I’ma end a few careers, when I sign a deal |
| Yeah this S.U.C. |
| bitch, and we mad as fuck |
| All of a sudden, everybody done got so screwed up |
| It’s the takeover, and we coming for placks |
| We coming for Robert Earl, and we coming for Pat |
| 0−5/0−6, we leaving your head bust |
| Southside Houston Texas, they don’t want it with us yeah |
| I’m a Dirty South icon, plus armed and dangerous |
| I’d rather be rich, then be so-called famous |
| These mark niggas rapping, I’ma spit in they face |
| Put the garbage in the dump, and put the trash in the waste |
| These FED’s is moving close, it’s getting scary |
| The next thing you see, is plenty kites and commissary |
| These streets are necessary, they made me legendary |
| Rock solid game, got the frame sitting heavy |
| Niggas think it’s gravy, but we float like the Navy |
| Laid back like a pimp, and let the microphone pay me |
| A different color creed, got different color weed |
| A Custom Made Gangsta, from a different kind of breed |
| Niggas probably bleed, if they testing my round |
| And niggas can get it quick, on my side of the town |
| These niggas is rat-packing, they ain’t fucking with Ke' |
| Chit-chatting in the back, but they don’t want it with me yeah |
| (*talking*) |
| Yeah nigga ha-ha, return of the Teflon Don |
| It’s eight dollas a pop man, it’s independent cash thanks to Screw |
| I’m telling you niggas now mayn, lace ya boots |
| I’m coming for the number one spot |
| You niggas out here, running with my styles man you know |
| Here I come man, the minor set-back for the major come-back |
| You know what it is, C.M.G. |
| my click |
| S.U.C. |
| to the fullest, I’m so Screwed Up |
| Back to the underground, that’s where the money at |
| It’s feeding the family you heard me, ha I might not never sign |