Nothin' to Show 歌词
| 歌曲 | Nothin' to Show |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | The Foundation |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moore, Willie D | |
| I'll be damned if I'ma live without it | |
| I'm penitentiary real until the day I die | |
| I'll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life | |
| Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks | |
| Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit | |
| It's too cold | |
| When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops | |
| And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show | |
| [Willie D] | |
| They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation | |
| Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation | |
| Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center | |
| If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner | |
| Cake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin | |
| .. make me wanna pop him, heh | |
| He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed | |
| Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded | |
| Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic | |
| Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?} | |
| I'll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster | |
| I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+ | |
| Call me a sinner, but know what's funny? | |
| So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays | |
| Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks | |
| for the church and died broke, with nothin to show | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Willie D] | |
| You can talk that hot shit if you want to | |
| But it don't tell me what you won't do | |
| When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck | |
| Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels | |
| I done had money, been broke and had it again | |
| Anythang I do twice, I can do it again | |
| Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time | |
| That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime | |
| Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it | |
| That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches | |
| I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool | |
| But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool | |
| Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread | |
| And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz'll blow your head | |
| behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face | |
| So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Willie D] | |
| I'll be God damned if I'ma be that old nigga that live | |
| 60 plus years and leave nothin but bills | |
| Mind Playin Tricks still playin on the box | |
| And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks | |
| Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta | |
| I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers | |
| I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain | |
| I'ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang | |
| Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic | |
| You cain't take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it | |
| I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip | |
| If you can't pay cash you can't afford the shit | |
| They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist | |
| I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin | |
| But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx | |
| When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about | |
| Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made | |
| Nigga I'ma still God damn be paid at the end | |
| Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha | |
| Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery | |
| You guaranteed to hit | |
| Babies they can come up like instant millionaires | |
| I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire | |
| Nigga you understand what I'm sayin? | |
| Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga | |
| Y'all don't understand that kind of shit | |
| Y'all like, worry about the bitch | |
| Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit | |
| Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house | |
| Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won't have that problem |
| zuo ci : Moore, Willie D | |
| I' ll be damned if I' ma live without it | |
| I' m penitentiary real until the day I die | |
| I' ll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life | |
| Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks | |
| Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit | |
| It' s too cold | |
| When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops | |
| And they throw you in a box and you ain' t got nothin to show | |
| Willie D | |
| They say the first law of nature, is selfpreservation | |
| Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don' t vacation | |
| Got a mac11, holdin up a bankin center | |
| If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner | |
| Cakeass nigga in the club, bottle poppin | |
| .. make me wanna pop him, heh | |
| He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed | |
| Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded | |
| Stung him in the cabbage with that semiautomatic | |
| Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his ? | |
| I' ll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster | |
| I ain' t Cody Scott, but I can be a Monster | |
| Call me a sinner, but know what' s funny? | |
| So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays | |
| Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks | |
| for the church and died broke, with nothin to show | |
| Chorus | |
| Willie D | |
| You can talk that hot shit if you want to | |
| But it don' t tell me what you won' t do | |
| When you' re down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck | |
| Bill collectors on your heels and they repo' n your wheels | |
| I done had money, been broke and had it again | |
| Anythang I do twice, I can do it again | |
| Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time | |
| That' s doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain' t got a dime | |
| Ain' t no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it | |
| That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches | |
| I ain' t tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain' t cool | |
| But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool | |
| Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread | |
| And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz' ll blow your head | |
| behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face | |
| So you murdered him, but ain' t got nothin to show | |
| Chorus | |
| Willie D | |
| I' ll be God damned if I' ma be that old nigga that live | |
| 60 plus years and leave nothin but bills | |
| Mind Playin Tricks still playin on the box | |
| And I' m sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks | |
| Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta | |
| I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers | |
| I ain' t gon' be that cat that' s broke so he blows his brain | |
| I' ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang | |
| Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic | |
| You cain' t take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it | |
| I' m not impressed with your big house and expensive whip | |
| If you can' t pay cash you can' t afford the shit | |
| They say heaven got what I' m needin, but just in case it don' t exist | |
| I' m gettin my flowers while I' m breathin | |
| But ain' t gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx | |
| When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top | |
| Chorus | |
| I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about | |
| Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made | |
| Nigga I' ma still God damn be paid at the end | |
| Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha | |
| Shit that motherfucker there' s, better than playin the lottery | |
| You guaranteed to hit | |
| Babies they can come up like instant millionaires | |
| I tell you right now my baby' s an instant millionaire | |
| Nigga you understand what I' m sayin? | |
| Some of y' all sucka busta ass nigga | |
| Y' all don' t understand that kind of shit | |
| Y' all like, worry about the bitch | |
| Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit | |
| Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house | |
| Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won' t have that problem |
| zuò cí : Moore, Willie D | |
| I' ll be damned if I' ma live without it | |
| I' m penitentiary real until the day I die | |
| I' ll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life | |
| Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks | |
| Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit | |
| It' s too cold | |
| When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops | |
| And they throw you in a box and you ain' t got nothin to show | |
| Willie D | |
| They say the first law of nature, is selfpreservation | |
| Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don' t vacation | |
| Got a mac11, holdin up a bankin center | |
| If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner | |
| Cakeass nigga in the club, bottle poppin | |
| .. make me wanna pop him, heh | |
| He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed | |
| Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded | |
| Stung him in the cabbage with that semiautomatic | |
| Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his ? | |
| I' ll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster | |
| I ain' t Cody Scott, but I can be a Monster | |
| Call me a sinner, but know what' s funny? | |
| So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays | |
| Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks | |
| for the church and died broke, with nothin to show | |
| Chorus | |
| Willie D | |
| You can talk that hot shit if you want to | |
| But it don' t tell me what you won' t do | |
| When you' re down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck | |
| Bill collectors on your heels and they repo' n your wheels | |
| I done had money, been broke and had it again | |
| Anythang I do twice, I can do it again | |
| Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time | |
| That' s doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain' t got a dime | |
| Ain' t no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it | |
| That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches | |
| I ain' t tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain' t cool | |
| But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool | |
| Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread | |
| And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz' ll blow your head | |
| behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face | |
| So you murdered him, but ain' t got nothin to show | |
| Chorus | |
| Willie D | |
| I' ll be God damned if I' ma be that old nigga that live | |
| 60 plus years and leave nothin but bills | |
| Mind Playin Tricks still playin on the box | |
| And I' m sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks | |
| Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta | |
| I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers | |
| I ain' t gon' be that cat that' s broke so he blows his brain | |
| I' ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang | |
| Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic | |
| You cain' t take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it | |
| I' m not impressed with your big house and expensive whip | |
| If you can' t pay cash you can' t afford the shit | |
| They say heaven got what I' m needin, but just in case it don' t exist | |
| I' m gettin my flowers while I' m breathin | |
| But ain' t gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx | |
| When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top | |
| Chorus | |
| I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about | |
| Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made | |
| Nigga I' ma still God damn be paid at the end | |
| Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha | |
| Shit that motherfucker there' s, better than playin the lottery | |
| You guaranteed to hit | |
| Babies they can come up like instant millionaires | |
| I tell you right now my baby' s an instant millionaire | |
| Nigga you understand what I' m sayin? | |
| Some of y' all sucka busta ass nigga | |
| Y' all don' t understand that kind of shit | |
| Y' all like, worry about the bitch | |
| Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit | |
| Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house | |
| Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won' t have that problem |
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