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No. T. Lose

作詞:Waverly Alford, Claude Debussy, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Isao Tomita

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

My mind is broke, too many lines of coke
Open mind for beefin', no reason I'ma choke
Time to quote somethin' you never heard
Pour my heart when I talk and spit it with every word

We ain't playin' no more, sayin' no more
No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yours
In a four-double, Billboard trouble
This industry ain't ready for no more rebels

Kill at will, with the will to kill
Keep it real with steel, these pills will feel
Proof for poppin', they used to joggin'
I take out your block 'cause my future callin'

Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl till your producer fall
(Pop, pop, pop)
Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin'
Whoop style, I make 'em all move some

Clap the mag up, back the gas up
Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, this the platinum classic
Now quit the yackin' bitch and pass the acid, c'mon

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, punchin' a fool
Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu
We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no

Hit the metal with devilish tongues
Just frontin' for the ghetto kissin' misfits to hum
Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch
Just think before you was never meant to come

Forever rich and dumb, brawl out any day
You heard Slim, we some all out Renegades
To the end of days, put the scare away
Who better than D12? That's a sin to say

Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit
Of politics, I like the [unverified]wrist
Taste the motherfuckin' dust in this laced blunt
Take the world with me fool nigga like Pace won

Ain't none ready slap box for kicks
Pack box to spit and smack cops with dick
This is narcotics and dark knowledge that's symbolic
Sin sonic demonic and my heart's rotted

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Make plans, on insanity sands
I'm like damn, too much in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to chant in enemy land
I'm bustin' off on your block like Yosemite Sam

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, punchin' a fool
Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu
We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no

Uh, sittin' in here with a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin' with Satan, to snatch guys light fuse
Didn't like school, I never liked you
I'm burnin' Bibles while I'm sniffin' on this white glue

Fight, dudes, blacks to white fools
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose
What I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it
Lonely in life or see Christ without it

Victory is meant to be
Where my father has been has been a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up
Gettin' drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin' off prescription drugs

And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't ready now
If you gay you gay, you straight you straight
You violate today in the mistake you make, hey

Are you swallowin'? Hey lil' finger pop
Don't need a greasy college to see you drop
Proof the king of bars hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a sucker punch, why? 'Cause I ain't seen it often

Genius artist, 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

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, punchin' a fool
Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu
We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no

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King Gordy, well, well
Dirty Dozen, well, well
Fat Killer, Fat Killer