Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuttin, artist - Northstar. Date of issue: 19.01.2004
Song language: English
Nuttin |
| Yeah, not a God damn thing, yeah, yeah |
| that’s right, nothing at all |
| I mean, rain, hail, sleet, snow |
| Not a motherfucking thing (You know) |
| I’m God Almighty in the flesh from the West |
| straight-killin'for this shit |
| I’m born to die, bitch |
| My mad-ass click, gives a mad-ass fuck |
| if you tote them big guns, ?all chickens? can all get stuck |
| and I can put ya brains on the curb |
| Come and test the NS best and get your punk-ass served |
| A million motherfuckers can hate me Salt and gained greatly |
| Bitches ask what have I done lately |
| and for your love, Nuttin’shall separate me I only act a fool 'cuz you make me, make me Wanna take it to the streets and start trippin' |
| Disrespect the Stars and it’s nitroglcyrin |
| Leavin’bystanders with they whole grill missin' |
| Nuclear fission, bitch don’t you listen? |
| Aiyo, I play handball with the 9 planets |
| Heavenly shells from the cannon |
| My lyrics is demandin' |
| From Stapleton to Franklin Ave |
| Park Place jammin', mind examine |
| Pull out the hammer while I’m standin’in the DJ booth |
| Notebook is bulletproof, place it under my chest |
| Sport it like a vest, dressed like a state trooper |
| Aim for the best, bloody contest, put you to rest |
| Killarm’rush the stage, 9th Prince wave the twelve-gauge |
| Second coming of a Scarface age, Park Hill rage |
| NorthStar, West Coast, nigga, where’s your AK? |
| From Shaolin to Long Beach, with the heat, stay in reach |
| Vegetarian nigga, still eat beef |
| Over raw beats, lyrical treats, for the streets |
| We strike all up in ya zone, leave us alone |
| Deep thoughts, thoughts the ruler couldn’t measure |
| There’s a difference in the weather, get it together |
| Along came the day Northstar ruled the land |
| You’re listening to a man who walked the Rocky Road |
| Words that explode, control the whole planet |
| Make ya preacher panic, girlfriends type fanatic |
| My mind ain’t havin’it, inhaling all the damagin' |
| Leaving bitches stranded, I can’t confuse the young |
| Words from the tongue, gettin’girls sprung |
| Meko rock many, you heard that before |
| Blunt from the store, filled with hydro |
| It’s the feelin’that you feel when you loose off the weed |
| NorthStar rock y’all niggaz guaranteed |
| Bitches on my team and niggaz with guillotines |
| Movin’in a force that super-soaks springs |
| Bitch shall love, we never separate |
| We gotta make that cream so we delegate |
| From the street game to the rap game sometimes I need to meditate |
| Plus radio manipulate, Hip-Hop is in a fucked up state |
| That’s why I gotta push more and more weight |
| You got bitch-ass niggaz with more and more hate |
| and there’s a lot of bitch niggaz in 52 states |
| that’s why I tote them big guns that beef up my waist |
| Step outta line, kid, get put in ya place |
| Terrorist is like a Wild Western |
| Slugs return you to the essence |
| and all that weak shit you addressin' |
| NorthStar had a session, invited me Now I bless you with thoughts from my diary |
| I can’t separate the love that’s deep inside of me |