Proof ( Feat. King Gordy ) - No.t. Lose - text písně

[Proof - Intro]
There's nothing, there's nothing
There's nothing, no there's nothing
Won't lose it, can't lose it
There's nothing but this music
There's nothing, there's nothing
There's nothing, no there's nothing
Won't lose it, can't lose it
There's nothing but this music

[Proof - Verse 1]
My mind is broke, too many lines of coke
Open mind for beefing, no reason, now I'ma choke
Time to quote something you've never heard
Put my heart when I talk and spit it with every word
We ain't playing no more, saying no more
No gangs to war, move the ground when we came for yours
In a four-double, billboard trouble
This industry ain't ready for more rebels
Kill at will, with the will to kill
Keep it real with steel, these pills I feel
Proof for popping, I'm used to jogging
To take out your block was my future calling
To confuse you all, I used to brawl
*gunshots* 'Til your producer fall
Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothing
Loot-style, I'll make 'em all move something
Clap the mac up, back they ass up
Leave 'em scapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, this a platinum classic
Now quit the gagging and pass the acid

[Chorus - King Gordy]
What they want right now is a ***** with nothin' to lose, oh nothin' to lose
They got no shame in this game about the stuff that he do, oh the stuff that he do, right now
Jump off stage right now, *****, start punching a fool, oh punching a fool
Yo bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you, we ain't fuckin' with you, right now

[Proof - Verse 2]
Everybody with devilistic tounges, is fun
For the ghetto kids that misfits dumb
Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch
This day before you was never meant to come
For whoever rich or dumb, brought out anyday
You heard Slim, we all out Renegades
To the end of days, blow your skin away
Who gonna do D12? That's a silly say(???)
Can you follow hits? Y'all swallow shit
From politics, I'll lack the tolerance
Take the motherfucking dust from this laced blunt
Take The World With Me, fool, ***** like Pacewon
Ain't none ready, slap, box for kicks
Pack box to spit, and smack cops for dick
This is narcotics, and dark knowledge, to symbolic
To sin-sonic, demonic, and my hearts rotting
Make plans on sanidisans(???)
I'm like 'Damn', too much Henny incredible man
And I got a gram in each hand in Amityland(???)
I'm bustin' off on your block, like Yosemite Sam

(Chorus)

[Proof - Verse 3]
Sittin' in Hell with a blunt and ice cube
Plottin' with Satan to snatch God's light view
Didn't like school, I never liked you
I'm burning Bible's while I'm sniffing on this white glue
Fight dudes, black to white fools
That act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose
But I got it, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm 'bout it
Loan me your life, or see God without it
Victory, is meant to be
Where my father has been, it's been a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up
Getting drunk, hitting clubs, and I'm selling off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz, hold steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't ready now
If you gay, you gay, you straight, you straight
You violate today, another mistake you make
Are you swallowin'? Hey, lil' thing I'm poppin'
Don't need a greesy comet to swing a drive-thru(???)
Proof the king of bosses, so bring your coffin(???)
I'm like a suck-a-puss, "Why?", 'Cause i ain't seen it often
Genious artists, so retarded, broken hearted
My soul's like a open target
And I'm ready to leave Earth
You step to my death, next year on my t-shirt

(Chorus)

[King Gordy - Outro]
Got Derty Harry, well well
King Gordy, well well
Dirty Dozen, well well
Fat Killahz, Fat Killahz

Přidal: Markétka dne 12. 04. 2006 v 19:28.
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