| Fly money shit
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| Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga
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| For the fuckin robbers, nigga
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| And angry niggas, man
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| For real, man, it don’t stop
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| It never did, nigga, neither
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| Real rap, nigga
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| Let’s go in, nigga, stop playin' with these niggas, man
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| Yeah, there he go flashing his armor
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| Army jacket jumping in new Fisk Karma
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| Project niggas low garments
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| Tolerance level is low
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| Dough fly through, yep we on it
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| Yeah
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| Scheming in the back of the Benzes
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| Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses
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| Do it again, screw-face a new face up again
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| This is how I know it’s a win
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| You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors
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| Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black
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| Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses
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| Let’s take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid
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| Real niggas know real niggas’ll blow
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| At any given second it’s real, gimme the go
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| And Imma tear one of y’all apart slow
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| Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow
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| When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
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| Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin'
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| (I have nothing)
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| (I, I have nothing)
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| When you dealin' with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
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| And your pockets on silt yellin' «kill something now» because
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| (I have nothing)
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| (I, I have nothing)
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| Yeah, it’s one thirty, I’m worthy and dirty
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| Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy
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| Strep throat, less flow herb me
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| Ready to catch somethin', snatch somethin' up, word to Ernie
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| Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies
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| Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy
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| Catch him in the field, do him real silly
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| Puddle of blood in the mud, that’s for frontin', lookin' real leery
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| Grab the flex-and-relax niggas
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| Automatic tax, not askin', get your jawbone fractured
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| We can make a mess or do it classy
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| I’m talkin' to you, you in the red leather
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| Niggas wear lead leathers
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| He felt bad but respected me
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| Pass the watch and the chain off respectably
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| Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady
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| We ain’t amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sex to me
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| When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
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| Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin'
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| (I have nothing)
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| (I, I have nothing)
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| When you dealin' with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
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| And your pockets on silt yellin' «kill something now» because
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| (I have nothing)
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| (I, I have nothing) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп