Текст песни Geto Boys - Nothin` 2 Show
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[Chorus]I`ll be damned if I`ma live without itI`m penitentiary real until the day I dieI`ll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin lifeShake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricksPrint up some motherfuckin counterfeitIt`s too coldWhen you made a big knot and your heartbeat stopsAnd they throw you in a box and you ain`t got nothin to show[Willie D]They say the first law of nature, is self-preservationFuck a PlayStation, my bills don`t vacationGot a mac-11, holdin up a bankin centerIf they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinnerCake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin.. make me wanna pop him, hehHe bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departedBroke as I was, that nigga had to be retardedStung him in the cabbage with that semi-automaticJacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?}I`ll kill ya dead, rich or po`, grown or a youngsterI ain`t Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+Call me a sinner, but know what`s funny?So is the dude that you give your money to on SundaysLike my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folksfor the church and died broke, with nothin to show[Chorus][Willie D]You can talk that hot shit if you want toBut it don`t tell me what you won`t doWhen you`re down on your luck and nobody gives a fuckBill collectors on your heels and they repo`n your wheelsI done had money, been broke and had it againAnythang I do twice, I can do it againLook how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this timeThat`s doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain`t got a dimeAin`t no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit itThat come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitchesI ain`t tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain`t coolBut get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on foolCause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your breadAnd the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz`ll blow your headbehind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your faceSo you murdered him, but ain`t got nothin to show[Chorus][Willie D]I`ll be God damned if I`ma be that old nigga that live60 plus years and leave nothin but bills"Mind Playin Tricks" still playin on the boxAnd I`m sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socksYeah right! Before I go out like a bustaI get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckersI ain`t gon` be that cat that`s broke so he blows his brainI`ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythangFuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drasticYou cain`t take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash itI`m not impressed with your big house and expensive whipIf you can`t pay cash you can`t afford the shitThey say heaven got what I`m needin, but just in case it don`t existI`m gettin my flowers while I`m breathinBut ain`t gon` be like Sammy Davis and Redd FoxxWhen Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top[Chorus]I told you, I was gon` give you somethin to think aboutShit, even if I fuck off all the money I madeNigga I`ma still God damn be paid at the endCause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahahaShit that motherfucker there`s, better than playin the lotteryYou guaranteed to hitBabies they can come up like instant millionairesI tell you right now my baby`s an instant millionaireNigga you understand what I`m sayin?Some of y`all sucka busta ass niggaY`all don`t understand that kind of shitY`all like, worry about the bitchSpendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shitNigga drivin your car, livin in your houseStop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won`t have that problem