Chops - Ain't Nuthin lyrics

CHOPS: I get over easy like your brain on d** Strainin more mugs than them alcoholics in Germany Don't even think of servin me Get off these tips and pour some coffee, slick Loads of people say, I know those motherf**ers who don't sleep either s**ers You're like time, you keep on slippin I'm puttin claims in check like baggage, so quit trippin We're knockin the boots on prostitutes Rockin original beats that got no loots Not with a noose in an apple tree You wouldn't have juice enough to hang with me I use a buck to wipe my a** cause see, my sh** is on the money Mentally, I'm like the way a white girl smells wet, you know, kind of Funny That's how it's gonna be, phonies get in the middle like Monie PERIL-L: When I take liberty In my detailed delivery Makin females get shivery Chills up the spine, fills up the mind givin me Wild ideas, cause the P is next to flex in three easy steps See, we representin my intentions to wake up The beast that slept, keys are kept in the pocket, to unlock it The secret, to rock sh** cause we controllin the co*kpit Rollin, at high speed, I proceed to go duck hunting Fools best press the self-destruct bu*ton, cause it ain't nuthin (HOOK x 4) I made it look easy because it is to me A-A-Ain't Nuthin STYLES: I strike in the same frame A random heist upon the hand device I'm chokin mics like pop rocks You got less game than Rock and Jock You ??? Rub em the right way, might say I got the might My midas touch blows up spots twice, makes you see four(C4) Writers block or detour, there's no pa**in me Styles impounds rappers Get the boot right in the X cause you the crash test dummy Smash comp' like Captain Caaaaaveman So why you ha**lin with me, money and rhymes be prehistoric But boy, I'm quantum leaps and bounds behind your sound, check the Format Chops crops our samples on MPEX-4 tracks When ??? warm up to blow CHOPS: This combination's got em sayin, that's my shot No trickin, Chops, I stick em Cause I'm phat boy, a**ume the position See, my talk is because of MC's chalkin up losses Demolishing My spin on English draws a following Still earnin my stripes while I've been searchin for the right label To play on a level table and able to do us all a solid one Low on scratch hoping to catch a break Fake ba*tards who play like jackets with 8-balls on the back of them That wack sh** ain't nuthin (HOOK x 4) PERIL-L: Perform stomach surgery on those who commit perjury Now you're gutless That is why I, satisfy my urge to be Mergin the verbally expressed, not wack inflections With track selections as long as we lack objections Sustained shatter, must spray matter, into rhythmic paterns A smatter in the cuts be splatterin the guts Of chatterin, nuts No buts, if ands, end up with cold stiff hands With no advance, lift ends on true hiphop and shift plans Give fans what's expected, top notch, we do justice Wreck sh**, stop, watch, the crew bust this Plus this redirected energy causes memory losses False testimony, wood suggested for me, MC who gets in to me STYLES: Styles the name fool, I reclaim the mic like Chicago I'm your role model, throttle the apparatus Hold a cold bottle in my left grasp My status is idol of the ma**es as the tone is volatile how those styles Get raw Resonate when I, represent the Tri-state, when I operate I plant my sock in your eye case, make your blood spots the pavement Cause I was up on rap back when O.J. and Nicole were f**ing Just plain and simple son, to me this sh** ain't nothin (HOOK x 4)