Notlose Lyrics - King Gordy

[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] 

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'll 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 

(pop pop, pop) 'Til your producer fall 

Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin 

Whoop style, I make 'em all move some'n 

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 

[Chorus: King Gordy] 

What they want right now is a nigga with nothin to lose 

- Ohh nothin to lose 

He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do 

- Ohh the stuff that he do right now 

Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin a fool 

- Ohh punchin a fool 

Y'ALL BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin witchu! 

- We ain't fuckin witchu, no no 

[Proof] 

Hit the metal with devilistic 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 "Renagades" 

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 {?} wrist 

Taste the motherfuckin dust in this laced blunt 

Take the world with me fool nigga like Pacewon 

Ain't none ready slapbox 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 

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 Yosemity Sam 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] 

Uhh, 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 

[Chorus] 

[King Gordy] 

That Derty Harry, well well 

King Gordy, well well 

Dirty Dozen, WELL well 

Fat Killer, Fat Killer!