Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Nothing, artist - Prodigy. Album song H.N.I.C. Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Voxonic
Song language: English
It's Nothing |
They could say what they say |
You know I ride to the grave when it’s beef |
That Mobb shit, you know that hard shit for the streets |
That diabetic rap, nigga ain’t nothing sweet |
That 'Murda Muzik' Infamous Mobb Deep |
It’s nothing for me to wild out, buck niggas fo’real |
I run up in their spot wake 'em with the blue steel |
Got a nina, that got more bodies than Katrina |
Till I’m locked up, I’ll pop up on your block with dem heaterz |
We stomp niggas out just to break your new Timbs |
Which means it’s nothing just to break a few limbs |
The Gemstar cut a few and give 'em new chins |
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do off that Juice & Gin |
It’s the rapper, the gun clapper, yeah it’s him |
The 41st side and we at it again |
You ain’t come up hard like Hav' and KB |
You ain’t living like Noyd and P |
Nah, never it’s nothing for me to cut 'em |
Nothing for me to touch 'em |
Nothing for me to kill |
Nah, never it’s nothing for me to buck 'em |
Nothing for me to dunn 'em |
Nothing for me to kill |
Nah nigga, it’s nothing for me to spot 'em |
Nothing for me to shot 'em |
Nothing for me to kill |
Nah, never it’s nothing for me to jump 'em |
Nothing for me to dump 'em |
It’s nothing fo’real |
Look, every one of you niggas now it’s Mobb Deep |
Ain’t none one of you niggas better not touch P |
Bloody sport rap, I destroy the beef |
And anything else in the way it get eat |
I’m the King of my jungle, they know the routine |
They can’t come out side, they might bump into me |
And like 1200 men, we wilding again |
Showtime, Voltron when we connect |
We’ll hurt something, murk something, keep your distance |
We animals in the zoo, stay behind the fence |
Play tough and get that ass fucked up quick |
You a lie, you ain’t never been through no live shit |
Never played in the dirt, rolled in the mud |
No we not the same, you ain’t grow up like us |
You ain’t raised like Noyd, been through it like P |
You ain’t built like Hav' and KB |
My nigga we Bloods, that tat' on our hands is Deep |
Till the tombstone your beef is my beef |
Till the sun burn out and ain’t no more shots |
We gon' fight till the ending and give it all we got |
Niggas stunt on us, we gon' give him the god |
We done been through too much to let a nigga just walk |
Like he walked the walk, this nigga is all mouth |
When them shots get the popping watch 'em hug the ground |
Hiding in the cars, nigga scared straight |
Stupid, like I won’t shoot up the gas tank |
After twelve we worst than Gremlin |
We take over the bar and can’t help it |
Off the gasoline kerosene mix |
I’ll bet none of y’all ain’t never seen this |
Young Veteran in the war since fourteen |
When I almost got my head blew off in QB |