It’s Nothin

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] I am the realest rapper Not gonna lie, I am, by far, the realest rapper I really did it If you go to my roots, I really did it Not showing them a jumbo Like I really... when Chris Lighty signed me I had Benzes and Beamers and trucks and everything Like, I left the game... [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I body this beat, I'm a track killer You gon have to sue me, Mack Miller Ever since 16 I'm a crack dealer Spit 16, straight crack ask Mac Miller Ask Bumpy if I knuckle up Lil' haze, Lil' Dro, double dutch Ray Allen couldn't shoot a nigga Bitch ask for the ball like a tutor giver She got my kids in her mouth, she a baby sitter Nigga hit then I'm out (then I'm out) My nigga locked up, bail him out Nigga, stop asking bout Flow Joe New whip, new chain, same logo Turn a deuce-deuce to a 44 It's a no-go if it ain't rose gold And the rose gold's parked out in SoHo [Hook: Fat Joe] I got crack for sale Niggas wanna crack me down They smile in my face but those niggas really wanna see Crack in jail I got crack [Soundbite: Chi-Ali & interviewer] Listen, I know you coming back to the game Absolutely And I know you coming, like, ferociously Absolutely, we got some, we got some joints, a lot of joints done already Joints with Fat Joe, Maino, 9th Wonder, we working We working with a lot of big names [Verse 2: Chi-Ali] Now niggas, talk about me but please don't touch Cuz I ain't got no safety, homie, I might bust And when I bust, my hot rocks gon' hit you And if they miss you, then my dawgs will sic you And we ain't had no shots, so we got rabies And if you put up your dukes, you'll be pushing up daisies I'm lazy from all that piff that I blow And I get it for cheap from this bitch that I know On the east side, I get on top then she rides When I bus' off I dust off and be slide Gotta go, I'll be back yo I meet the bitches and exing them out like tic-tac-toe Get that that dough, is what I live by And I'mma get that dough until I dizz-ie [Talking: Chi-Ali & Freddie Foxxx] Yo Freddie Foxxx, what's good my G?! I've always been the guest MC that body er'body's records Cuz i've been underground doing this like that for a while [Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx] Bumpy Knuckles spiritual spit channeling puns So I can make this an even deeper brotherly bond What level he murder his flow Bubbly party and hoes Double he hard as he goes [?] My killers in the 45 roll through and make the vibe airy The whole outside line leery Cuz the Bump is here It's bout to be some funk in here Real niggas in the room Rule 1: no search, two guns, and two shooters on the wings The last thing you wanna do around me is brag about selling em' things Tempting, raw from the underground pipeline Write rhymes, that, talk about stopping niggas' lifelines 45 slugs through your iPhone, iCrimes, apps everywhere Cos Papa don't clap in the air