It's Nothing

The Beatnuts
Album : Milk Me
Psycho Les:
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, 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
Gab:
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'
? won't have til it's bustin' discussin'
it's nothin', for me to straight touch 'em, bust 'em
it's nothin',? 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
AG:
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
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Ju Ju:
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'
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