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Geto Boys - Nothing 2 Show lyrics
Chorus]
 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 foolGeto Boys - Nothing 2 Show - http://motolyrics.com/geto-boys/nothing-2-show-lyrics.html
 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













