John Bido - No Nuts No Glory lyrics

(Big Mike, how you livin?) [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ] I been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16 Shufflin crack like cards to these burnt out dope fiends Cookin rock after motherf**in rock Seein cop after motherf**in cop on the block Changin face after motherf**in face Watchin n***as catch dope case after dope case Add it up and you'll find mo' n***as doin time in the pen Cause he wouldn't snitch on his f**in friend And that same motherf**er that didn't go to jail Wouldn't come and pay his homeboy's bail But that's the way n***as do you Caught a case for another n***a and he swear he never knew ya 12 months in the county, you done got out and found out That your homie runs his own dope house And he ain't gave you sh** Not even a funky-a** ounce to get on yo feet, that sheisty b**h And he still calls you family But I be damned if I be kin to a n***a who ain't payin me Cause I ain't with that ho sh** So if you thinkin 'bout f**in me, n***a, you better try some mo' sh** Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process Watch another n***a progress Off the motherf**in sh** I did But in the '90s, it's payback and I ain't takin no shorts, kid Cause life is a b**h And I ain't that n***a to be broke while makin another motherf**er rich So wise up, n***a, get with the program Cause in this dirty game you gotta wash your own hands And I got a Tec-9, ready to take mine and what's for me Ho, yeah, no nuts no glory [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] Now I done heard a n***a say they callin me the biggest b**h in Texas Cause I'm bummin a ride when I should be drivin Lexus But you know I gives a f** about what n***as say I handle mine by handlin sh** my own way I let n***as think it's cool To f** a n***a like me, but they don't know who they psychin fools See, I stay low key Lettin a n***a think he know me, but he really don't know me, G Claimin that we friends When my little girl is ridin the bus and his little girl is ridin a f**in Benz Who's your friend, ask yourself that sh** The only friend I got is my f**in pistol grip Filthy rich, I know you love it I done made yo a** fat and you still talkin 'bout 25 off a hundred Be real, that sh** went out in '86 I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks, b**h Still refuse to give me mine? Cool n***a be that way and I'mma handle my business, fool Just like my n***a Snoop Dogg told me You gotta get down for your sh** while you can, homie And you's about to get yo a** lit up Cause the f**in aim proper and I ain't the n***a that's catchin the nut Payback is a motherf**er, payback is a b**h But payback is a must when I ain't the n***a that's gettin rich Cause life ain't but one big chance And unlike these other motherf**ers I ain't scared to touch yo b**h a** Cause if you believe in f**in n***as, you's a ho And the Peter Man can't tolerate hoes, so you gots to go Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts Got everybody thinkin you's the sh** But really I'm the motherf**in one So I'm about to grab my sh** off the self And go on a mission, one n***a gettin busy by his damn self So keep on thinkin you f**in me But while you thinkin I be pullin your f**in number, G Cause I'm a n***a with no heart and no worry Gettin down for mine, b**h, no nuts no glory