เนื้อเพลง Nothin' - Tech N9ne

[Tech N9ne]
I used to press my D*ckies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass n*ggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the bucks in

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms. White's
I'm f*ckin with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up with Vill
Young thugs dump drugs
N*gga hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
N*gga itchin for kills
Sh*t was real in the field, man
This sh*t was too real
Lost my homies to this sh*t, man
This sh*t is for real
But n*gga, Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these p*ssy n*ggaz lackin
So us real n*ggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then n*gga, Bet they don't get me
So all you muthaf*ckin s*cka n*ggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I'm home

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell dope and n*gga talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a n*gga a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the sh*t
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you
We could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a n*gga got 'em
Click-Clack, n*gga
Yanka get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin, n*gga
Since I came home
Anything a n*gga do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a n*gga dead, man
But nathin, Tech f*ck them muthaf*ckaz
They could keep hatin

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)