King Gordy - No. T. Lose lyrics

[Repeat 2X] 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 [Proof - Verse 1] My mind is broke, too many lines of coke Open mind for beefing, no reason, now I'mma choke Time to quote something you've never heard Pour my heart when I talk and spit it with every word We ain't playing no more, saying no more No gangs to war, move the ground when we came for yours In a four-double, Billboard trouble This industry ain't ready for more rebels k** at will, with the will to k** Keep it real with steel, these pills'll feel Proof for popping, they used to jogging To take out your block was my future calling Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl *pop pop, pop* 'Til your producer fall Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothing Loot-style, I'll make 'em all move something Clap the mag up, back the gas up Leave 'em scapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic Ask the hood, this a platinum cla**ic Now quit the yackin b**h and pa** the acid, c'mon [Hook - King Gordy] What they want right now is a n***a with nothin' to lose - Ohhh nothin' to lose He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do - Ohhh the stuff that he do, right now Jump off stage right now n***a start punchin a fool - Ohh punchin a fool Y'ALL b*tch, that's why we ain't f**in witchu! - We ain't f**in witchu, no no [Proof - Verse 2] Hit the metal with devilistic tongues, is fun For the ghetto kids that misfit dumb Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch This day before you was never meant to come Forever rich and dumb, brought out anyday You heard Slim, we all out Renegades To the end of days, blow your skin away Who better than D12? That's a sin to say Can you follow this? Y'all swallow sh** Of politics, I'll lack the tolerance Take the motherf**ing dust from this laced blunt Take The World With Me, fool, n***a like Pacewon 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 hearts rotted Make plans on insanity sands I'm like "Damn", too much in me Incredible Man And I got a gram in each hand in enemy land I'm bustin' off on your block, like Yosemite Sam (Chorus) [Proof - Verse 3] Ugh, sittin' in Hell with a blunt and ice cube Plottin' with Satan to snatch God's light view Didn't like school, I never liked you I'm burning Bibles while I'm sniffing on this white glue Fight dudes, black to white fools Then act co*ky, I'm Rocky, sh** I might lose But I doubt it, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, about it Loan me your life, or see Christ without it Victory, is meant to be Where my father has been, it's been a mystery But I don't give a f**, I'mma live it up Getting drunk, hitting clubs, and I'm selling off prescription d** And I miss you Bugz, hold steady now Proof is here, the world ain't ready now If you gay, you gay, you straight, you straight You violate today, another mistake you make, HEY Are you swallowin'? Hey, lil' thing I'm poppin' Don't need a greasy college to see you droppin' Proof the king of bosses, so bring your coffin I'm like a s**a punch, "Why?", Cause I ain't seen it often Genious artists, so retarded Broken hearted, my soul's like a open target And I'm ready to leave Earth You step to my d**h, next year on my t-shirt (Chorus) [King Gordy - Outro] Got Derty Harry, well well King Gordy, well well Dirty Dozen, WELL WELL FAT KILLAHZ, FAT KILLAHZ