The Beatnuts, A.G. and Gab Goblin - It’s Nothing

Take cover, it's the ambassador
Freeload, we goin' back to war
Nigga, I'm a be standin' right at your door
And when you open it up, I'm a tap your jaw
Like i'm a make you popular
And fill you with more lead
Than a pencil sharpener
What's the solution we start a revolution
It's only fair
I give a speech like Tony Blair, yeah
And you don't wanna get stampede, yeah
Tryna pull a landspeed
I'll handle the last nail in your coffin
And have you swimmin' with the dolphins
And if I hear someone splattered?
I won't be surprised faggot had it comin'
Now, this is what the psycho's like
A six pack a dynamite

It's nothin'
For me to have the shotgun pumpin'
It's nothin'
To have the whole spot done rumblin'
It's nothin'
For me to have you mutha fuckas frontin'
Ya nigga won't have this
It's bustin' discussin'
It's nothin', for me to
Straight touch 'em, bust 'em
It's nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin'
It's nothin'
To leave a nigga with a concussion
If you think we won't have gun bustin'
Done scussin' it's nothin'

It's goin' down like geronimo
Niggas call me A like honor roll
Sick like common cold
The most prolific, I'm so gifted
That's why every day I
Should celebrate Christmas
This shit is the bomb
I wanna get it like Sean, John or Carter
And split it with Moms
Held down Jails like BVD's
I write movies, put this verse on DVD
Now look out, or get took out like Chinese
Ask the block, we stuck together
They say we siamese shoot the fever
A so hot they had to make
A booth in a walk-in freezer
I'm talkin' ether
Boston strangler from the Bronx
Put a forest on your face with Timberlands
Stomp we 'bout to heat up so keep up
While AG and the Beatnuts fuck the beat up

It's nothin'
For me to have the shotgun pumpin'
It's nothin'
To have the whole spot done rumblin'
It's nothin'
For me to have you mutha fuckas frontin'
Ya nigga won't have this
It's bustin' discussin'
It's nothin', for me to
Straight touch 'em, bust 'em
It's nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin'
It's nothin'
To leave a nigga with a concussion
If you think we won't have gun bustin'
Done scussin' it's nothin'

It's chit chat like ya'll niggas
Comin' to get that bought your album
Ended up givin' the shit back
So rizznap, ya'll niggas is whizznack
Bitch, you on the other hand
Everything giftwrapped
Make you feel your career's a mishap
Ya'll fake men
Really what you need is a bitchslap
Unattach, carry guns to mismatch
And all fully loaded just
Waitin' to dispatch
But with this track, I'm closin' a big gap
The truth will unfold
Young and old will dig that
When I spit that, you feel the pain
I make niggas uptight like a chair on a plane
I'm pissed off like a bear on a chain
I'll push back your wig
Catch some air on your brain
I'm not tryna act thug but I'm sayin
It's the ones that you least
Expect that start sprayin'

It's nothin'
For me to have the shotgun pumpin'
It's nothin'
To have the whole spot done rumblin'
It's nothin'
For me to have you mutha fuckas frontin'
Ya nigga won't have this
It's bustin' discussin'
It's nothin', for me to
Straight touch 'em, bust 'em
It's nothin', Cris bustin' disgustin'
It's nothin'
To leave a nigga with a concussion
If you think we won't have gun bustin'
Done scussin' it's nothin'

Written by:
STEVEN MORRISSEY, JOHNNY MARR

Publisher:
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