Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Nothing, artist - The Beatnuts. Album song Milk Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rykodisc
Song language: English
It's Nothing |
Take cover, it’s the ambassador |
Freeload, we goin' back to war |
Nigga, I’m a be standin' right at your door |
And when you open it up, I’m a tap your jaw |
Like (*kung fu sound*) |
I’m a make you popular |
And fill you with more lead than a pencil sharpener |
What’s the solution we start a revolution, its only fair |
I give a speech like Tony Blair, yeah |
And you don’t wanna get stampede, yeah |
Tryna pull a landspeed (fuck that) |
I’ll handle the last nail in your coffin |
And have you swimmin' with the dolphins (spongebob) |
And if I hear someone splattered? |
I won’t be surprised faggot had it comin' |
Now, this is what the psycho’s like (boom) |
A six-pack a dynamite |
It’s nothin', for me to have the shotgun pumpin' |
It’s nothin', to have the whole spot done rumblin' |
It’s nothin', for me to have you mutha fuckas frontin' |
Ya nigga won’t have this it’s bustin' discussin' |
It’s nothin', for me to straight touch 'em, bust 'em |
It’s nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin' |
It’s nothin', to leave a nigga with a concussion |
If you think we won’t have gun bustin', done scussin' |
It’s nothin' |
It’s goin' down like geronimo |
Niggas call me A like honor roll, sick like common cold |
The most prolific, I’m so gifted |
That’s why every day I should celebrate Christmas |
This shit is the bomb |
I wanna get it like Sean, John or Carter, and split it with Moms |
Held down Jails like BVD’s |
I write movies, put this verse on DVD |
Now look out, or get took out like Chinese |
Ask the block, we stuck together, they say we siamese |
Shoot the fever, A so hot they had to make a booth in a walk-in freezer |
I’m talkin' ether, Boston strangler from the Bronx |
Put a forest on your face with Timberlands, stomp |
We 'bout to heat up so keep up, while AG and the Beatnuts fuck the beat up |
It’s nothin', for me to have the shotgun pumpin' |
It’s nothin', to have the whole spot done rumblin' |
It’s nothin', for me to have you mutha fuckas frontin' |
Ya nigga won’t have this it’s bustin' discussin' |
It’s nothin', for me to straight touch 'em, bust 'em |
It’s nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin' |
It’s nothin', to leave a nigga with a concussion |
If you think we won’t have gun bustin', done scussin' |
It’s nothin' |
It’s chit chat like ya’ll niggas comin' to get that |
Bought your album, ended up givin' the shit back |
So rizznap, ya’ll niggas is whizznack |
Bitch, you on the other hand, everything giftwrapped |
Make you feel your career’s a mishap |
Ya’ll fake men, really what you need is a bitchslap |
Unattach, carry guns to mismatch |
And all fully loaded just waitin' to dispatch |
But with this track, I’m closin' a big gap |
The truth will unfold, young and old will dig that |
When I spit that, you feel the pain |
I make niggas uptight like a chair on a plane |
I’m pissed off like a bear on a chain |
I’ll push back your wig, catch some air on your brain |
I’m not tryna act thug but I’m sayin |
It’s the ones that you least expect that start sprayin' |
It’s nothin', for me to have the shotgun pumpin' |
It’s nothin', to have the whole spot done rumblin' |
It’s nothin', for me to have you mutha fuckas frontin' |
Ya nigga won’t have this it’s bustin' discussin' |
It’s nothin', for me to straight touch 'em, bust 'em |
It’s nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin' |
It’s nothin', to leave a nigga with a concussion |
If you think we won’t have gun bustin', done scussin' |
It’s nothin' |