Not Fa Nuthin'-Saafir
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TXT Not Fa Nuthin'-Saafir 文本歌词
Not Fa Nuthin' - Saafir
You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Nope
Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu
Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do
Uh-uh
Not fa' nuttin' I'll jump out that mild-mannered frame of glasses
And start whuppin' your a*s it's the rap game killa masta
Kid who has a pool room with business and non-stop blastin' s**t
Tore cagenin' in what your lungs' incased in
No comic book animation just assassination
All you fake-ass nigs would kill a fasination
Cosmetic n***as would feel this villain plastic facement
Call me Father Red but for you you think
I'mma get a higher rankin'
You fly cats is chickens you featherless
While you tryin' to get millions
I'm trainin' as a United States terrorist
Drombin' these bomb before
Your planes get off the ground
Blowin' out the pilot and all flames that sound the same
Y'all n***as is B-12 bumped up wit' a pound of fame
I'm thirty-two degrees below freezin' in the game
But some of you love gettin' crossed in the pair of pliars
I'mma call high yellow n***a keepin' hoes duckin' like a hair dryer
You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Nope
Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu
Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do
I kick that fly s**t my s**t is New Jersey drive s**t
That B-I-G 'Ready To Die' s**t 2Pac 'All Eyez' s**t
That classic hot s**t Jag in garage s**t
You braggin' ain't got s**t complainin' 'bout my s**t
PaChino's above average product of a mixed marriage
I'm violent you better be silent like the 'J' in spanish
Immacurate saw moons and stars and flames in back of it
Rap past the untalented dangerous haters try to silence it
Couldn't accomplish it I'm bringin' the ruckus I promise it
My skills are polished it 'you wack nigga' I'm wack's opposite
Drama's been poision pen venom bent up
Inside of your brain
My lyrical syringes for d**e fiends to take my name in vein
Physical frame the heron Frankie Lyman over-dosed on
I'm strong I make you look weaker
Than Usher wit' no shirt on
I still attack tracks like two young-G raps
This industry's ill it's a bunch of hyperchondriachs
And I'mma smack ya face off ya face for bitin' rhymes
Like I've more skills than you n***as
If you practiced for three lifetimes
Lyrical hangtime you wacker jump in the time machine
And soft the vagina that half of these rappas came out of
You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose
Not fa' nuthin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu
But not fa' nuthin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
You caught slippin' wit' no heat
Inside your bubblegoose
But not fa' nuthin'
That's not what a thug would do pretty
Skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu
But not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do
I shine like Bruce Willis's bald spot in the sun rays
I'm a mad rappa beat you like the editor of 'Blaze'
For real 'cause Bill Clinton look like George Clinton
'Cause he got
Funked with parliament the congress
But I done funked all of it
Sick tales from the male
Mary Magdaline Chino's so raveshing
You couldn't double X-L if you was the magazine
The black Nazerine takin' charism
The hell in the battle
You mix with sugar and s**t spice you're not add ho
You're gettin' sex pay-back from my lyrical syntex
N***a ya index finga wouldn't trigga a bottle of Windex
And I forgot more lyrics
Then you will ever write Tight wild like
Eddie Murphey gettin' caught with
That transvestite on that night
You cats might get put to sleep like pills
I be nodding on
Foldin' n***as' Averexes while they still got 'em on
Buildin' underground side holes with lights dimmer
Than the ones in
Biggie Smalls's hallways colder than a menthol lip that's
Haulin' rap in the fall my foot deep in the a*s of
N***as that's Glock rhymin' me I do to your future dog
I'm savage that word is describin' me
Scribin' me Scribin' me
Chianardo DiCaprio been known to slap a ho
What
I'm from that indian tribe called Nava-love-a-ho
I'm ill when I'm behind the feline butt-crack
They say 'how do you stay hard as hell'
It's the barbell ring in my nutsac
You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Nope
Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose
Not fa' nuttin'
That's not what a thug would do
Uh-uh
Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu
Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do
Uh-huh
