Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Nothing (Cutthoat Committee), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.1993
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
It's Nothing (Cutthoat Committee) |
Say hell yeah «hell yeah» |
Say hell yeah «hell yeah» |
Say hell yeah «hell yeah» |
Say hell yeah «hell yeah» |
Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit» |
Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit» |
Say fuck that shit «fuck that shit» |
Now scream «hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy» |
Who the mothafuckin' boss nigga spill at the villain |
We make them feel us, them presidents be beggin' to kill us |
Dope dealers and the feds, bitches, fuckin' my head |
Niggas dyin' over colors, nigga blue and the red |
What 'Ren gotta do to expose your ass |
Gays and bitches on the mic homey makin' me mad |
Really who fuckin' with Ren |
I don’t give a fuck, how many crook shooter in, I’ma fuckin' veteran |
R-E-N niggas know what it mean |
V-I-L-L homey seldom seen |
I’m with that nigga «Bigg Rocc» homey puffin' the green |
I’m sick off the bitches always askin' why I love weed? |
We got fucked up crews, fucked up clothes |
Nobody give a fuck about the niggas no more |
Then they got the nerve to ask what this for |
This for mothafuckers growin' up in the ghetto… |
We the shit nigga don’t need nothing |
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping |
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something |
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what |
We the shit nigga don’t need nothing |
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping |
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something |
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it’s nothing |
(*Sound of police Sireens*) |
I come through reppin' while niggas be half steppin' |
Choose my weapon, let loose in your section |
Fake-Ass, home niggas shot the next man |
I’ma buy my own cheese, smokin' in the cali' grease |
Why nigga, do or die, my niggas |
Full of Alcohol, ready to pull the big triggers |
High Powered, street kings, reigned by killers |
Gangbangers, horny-Ass-Cop, dope dealers |
Prostitutes, horny-Ass-mayers wanna be back players |
Spend your paper, beware of the kill |
Deal or get dealt with, I’m not the nigga to cross |
Sluts do applause |
To peel to the mothafucker, kill that mothafucker |
Be real to the mothafucker, so chill mothafuckers |
But shit gets start you can’t heal mothafucker |
It’s over life like payin' bills mothafucker… |
We the shit nigga don’t need nothing |
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping |
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something |
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what |
We the shit don’t nigga need nothing |
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping |
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something |
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it’s nothing |