Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing, artist - Raekwon. Album song The Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, H20, Ice H20
Song language: English
Nothing |
| Fly money shit |
| Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga |
| For the fuckin robbers, nigga |
| And angry niggas, man |
| For real, man, it don’t stop |
| It never did, nigga, neither |
| Real rap, nigga |
| Let’s go in, nigga, stop playin' with these niggas, man |
| Yeah, there he go flashing his armor |
| Army jacket jumping in new Fisk Karma |
| Project niggas low garments |
| Tolerance level is low |
| Dough fly through, yep we on it |
| Yeah |
| Scheming in the back of the Benzes |
| Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses |
| Do it again, screw-face a new face up again |
| This is how I know it’s a win |
| You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors |
| Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black |
| Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses |
| Let’s take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid |
| Real niggas know real niggas’ll blow |
| At any given second it’s real, gimme the go |
| And Imma tear one of y’all apart slow |
| Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow |
| When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character |
| Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin' |
| (I have nothing) |
| (I, I have nothing) |
| When you dealin' with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot |
| And your pockets on silt yellin' «kill something now» because |
| (I have nothing) |
| (I, I have nothing) |
| Yeah, it’s one thirty, I’m worthy and dirty |
| Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy |
| Strep throat, less flow herb me |
| Ready to catch somethin', snatch somethin' up, word to Ernie |
| Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies |
| Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy |
| Catch him in the field, do him real silly |
| Puddle of blood in the mud, that’s for frontin', lookin' real leery |
| Grab the flex-and-relax niggas |
| Automatic tax, not askin', get your jawbone fractured |
| We can make a mess or do it classy |
| I’m talkin' to you, you in the red leather |
| Niggas wear lead leathers |
| He felt bad but respected me |
| Pass the watch and the chain off respectably |
| Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady |
| We ain’t amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sex to me |
| When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character |
| Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin' |
| (I have nothing) |
| (I, I have nothing) |
| When you dealin' with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot |
| And your pockets on silt yellin' «kill something now» because |
| (I have nothing) |
| (I, I have nothing) |