Nothin' Lyrics - Messy Marv

I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo 

Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso 

Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show 

So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go... 

On you hatin ass niggaz 

I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter 

I aint puttin the 2 on the 10 

I'm makin vast figures 

You fags bitter, mad 

Wanna be fakin' class with us 

How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us? 

Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck 

Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck 

Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a... 

Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration 

Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin 

Boom, Bing, Bang 

All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim 

Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in 

Want some drama? Well I can fit it in 

We can make it so you're no longer a citizen 

Suction from beneath you 

We just a little dust'n 

All because I'm bringin the bucks in 

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They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) 

But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) 

So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin' (Uh huh) 

They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) 

But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) 

So I ain't trippin' on nothin (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh) 

On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops 

I used to cop and used to chop 

And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's 

And on the late night at Ms. White's 

I'm fuckin' with Will, We used to play fight 

Then one night, We came up with Vill 

Young thugs dump drugs 

Nigga hungry for meals 

Young thugs jumped blood 

Nigga itchin' for kills 

Shit was real in the field, man 

This shit was too real 

Lost my homies to this shit, man 

This shit is for real 

But nigga, Nowadays the streets 

They go hard on the hustla 

All these pussy niggaz lackin 

So us real niggaz suffer 

Not plentiful for me no more 

It's hoes in the game 

Since I smell when paper foldin, man 

I rollin' with Strange 

Pour some whiskey, Party with me 

Tell the Feds if they miss me 

They aint comin for me now 

Then nigga, Bet they don't get me 

So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone 

Big homie, Strange Music 

Resurrection, I'm home 

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They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) 

But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) 

So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh) 

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh) 

But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) 

So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh) 

All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks 

Talk with bananas and talk clips 

Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me 

Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em 

All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit 

You see them cherry red chucks? 

Yeah, I'm with the shit 

Anyway I bounce out, man 

I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you 

We could get 'em up 

I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom 

They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em 

Click-Clack, nigga 

Yanka get yanked on 

There's been alotta hatin, nigga 

Since I came home 

Anything a nigga do, homie 

It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4 

They wanna bee a nigga dead, man 

But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz 

They could keep hatin 

They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) 

But they ain't talkin' about nothin' (Huh uh) 

So I aint trippin' on nothin' (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin' (Uh huh) 

They wanna leave me with nothin' (Huh uh) 

But they ain't talkin' about nothin (Huh uh) 

So I aint trippin' on nothin' (Huh uh) 

They come to get me, I'm bustin', bustin' (Uh huh)