No. T. Lose

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] 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 [Verse 1: Proof] My mind is broke, too many lines of coke Open mind for beefing, no reason I'mma 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'll feel Proof for popping, they used to jogging To take out your block was my future calling Don't confuse it y'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 mag 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 yacking bitch and pass the acid, c'mon [Chorus: King Gordy] What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose (Oh nothin' to lose) He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do (Oh the stuff that he do, right now) Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool (Oh punching a fool) Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you! (We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!) [Verse 2: Proof] Heavy Metal with devilistic tongues It's fun for the ghetto kids and misfits to hum Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch This day before you was never meant to come Forever rich and dumb, brawl out anyday You heard Slim, we some all out Renegades To the end of days, blow your skin away Who better than D12? That's a sin to say Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit Of politics, I lack the tolerance Taste the motherfucking dust and this laced blunt Take The World With Me, fool nigga like Pacewon Ain't none ready, slap box for kicks Pack Glocks to spit, and smack cops with dick This is narcotics, and dark knowledge That's symbolic, sin-sonic, demonic, and my hearts rotted Make plans on insanity sands I'm like "Damn", too much in me, incredible man And I got a gram in each hand in enemy land I'm bustin' off on your block, like Yosemite Sam [Chorus: King Gordy] What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose (Oh nothin' to lose) He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do (Oh the stuff that he do, right now) Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool (Oh punching a fool) Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you! (We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!) [Verse 3: Proof] Ugh, 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 Bibles while I'm sniffing on this white glue Fight dudes, blacks to white fools Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose But I doubt it, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, about it Only life will see Christ 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, then a mistake you made, HEY! Are you swallowin'? Hey, lil' thing I'm poppin' Don't need a greasy college to see you droppin' Proof the king of bosses, so bring your coffin I'm like a sucka punch, "Why?" 'Cause I ain't seen it often Genius 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] What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose (Oh nothin' to lose) He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do (Oh the stuff that he do, right now) Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool (Oh punching a fool) Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you! (We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!) [Outro: King Gordy] Got Derty Harry, well well King Gordy, well well Dirty Dozen, WELL WELL! FAT KILLAHZ! FAT KILLAHZ!