ฟังเพลงNot Fa Nuthin' (Explicit)

Not Fa Nuthin' - Saafir

You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Nope

Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu

Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do

Uh-uh

Not fa' nuttin' I'll jump out that mild-mannered frame of glasses

And start whuppin' your a*s it's the rap game killa masta

Kid who has a pool room with business and non-stop blastin' s**t

Tore cagenin' in what your lungs' incased in

No comic book animation just assassination

All you fake-ass nigs would kill a fasination

Cosmetic n***as would feel this villain plastic facement

Call me Father Red but for you you think

I'mma get a higher rankin'

You fly cats is chickens you featherless

While you tryin' to get millions

I'm trainin' as a United States terrorist

Drombin' these bomb before

Your planes get off the ground

Blowin' out the pilot and all flames that sound the same

Y'all n***as is B-12 bumped up wit' a pound of fame

I'm thirty-two degrees below freezin' in the game

But some of you love gettin' crossed in the pair of pliars

I'mma call high yellow n***a keepin' hoes duckin' like a hair dryer

You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Nope

Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu

Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do

I kick that fly s**t my s**t is New Jersey drive s**t

That B-I-G 'Ready To Die' s**t 2Pac 'All Eyez' s**t

That classic hot s**t Jag in garage s**t

You braggin' ain't got s**t complainin' 'bout my s**t

PaChino's above average product of a mixed marriage

I'm violent you better be silent like the 'J' in spanish

Immacurate saw moons and stars and flames in back of it

Rap past the untalented dangerous haters try to silence it

Couldn't accomplish it I'm bringin' the ruckus I promise it

My skills are polished it 'you wack nigga' I'm wack's opposite

Drama's been poision pen venom bent up

Inside of your brain

My lyrical syringes for d**e fiends to take my name in vein

Physical frame the heron Frankie Lyman over-dosed on

I'm strong I make you look weaker

Than Usher wit' no shirt on

I still attack tracks like two young-G raps

This industry's ill it's a bunch of hyperchondriachs

And I'mma smack ya face off ya face for bitin' rhymes

Like I've more skills than you n***as

If you practiced for three lifetimes

Lyrical hangtime you wacker jump in the time machine

And soft the vagina that half of these rappas came out of

You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose

Not fa' nuthin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu

But not fa' nuthin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

You caught slippin' wit' no heat

Inside your bubblegoose

But not fa' nuthin'

That's not what a thug would do pretty

Skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu

But not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do

I shine like Bruce Willis's bald spot in the sun rays

I'm a mad rappa beat you like the editor of 'Blaze'

For real 'cause Bill Clinton look like George Clinton

'Cause he got

Funked with parliament the congress

But I done funked all of it

Sick tales from the male

Mary Magdaline Chino's so raveshing

You couldn't double X-L if you was the magazine

The black Nazerine takin' charism

The hell in the battle

You mix with sugar and s**t spice you're not add ho

You're gettin' sex pay-back from my lyrical syntex

N***a ya index finga wouldn't trigga a bottle of Windex

And I forgot more lyrics

Then you will ever write Tight wild like

Eddie Murphey gettin' caught with

That transvestite on that night

You cats might get put to sleep like pills

I be nodding on

Foldin' n***as' Averexes while they still got 'em on

Buildin' underground side holes with lights dimmer

Than the ones in

Biggie Smalls's hallways colder than a menthol lip that's

Haulin' rap in the fall my foot deep in the a*s of

N***as that's Glock rhymin' me I do to your future dog

I'm savage that word is describin' me

Scribin' me Scribin' me

Chianardo DiCaprio been known to slap a ho

What

I'm from that indian tribe called Nava-love-a-ho

I'm ill when I'm behind the feline butt-crack

They say 'how do you stay hard as hell'

It's the barbell ring in my nutsac

You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Nope

Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose

Not fa' nuttin'

That's not what a thug would do

Uh-uh

Pretty skillianaire n***as about to spit it at 'chu

Not fa' nuthin' that's somethin' that a thug'd do

Uh-huh