Lirik Lagu No. T. Lose (feat. King Gordy) - Proof
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[repeat 2X]There's nothing, there's nothingThere's nothing, no there's nothingWon't lose it, can't lose itThere's nothing but this music
[Proof]My mind is broke, too many lines of cokeOpen mind for beefin, no reason I'ma chokeTime to quote somethin you never heardPour my heart when I talk and spit it with every wordWe ain't playin no more, sayin no moreNo games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yoursIn a four-double, Billboard troubleThis industry ain't ready for no more rebelsKill at will, with the will to killKeep it real with steel, these pills'll feelProof for poppin, they used to jogginI take out your block cause my future callinDon't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl(pop pop, pop) 'Til your producer fallWho's involved? They don't wanna do nothinWhoop style, I make 'em all move some'nClap the mag up, back the gas upLeave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plasticAsk the hood, this the platinum classicNow 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 loseHe got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do- Ohh the stuff that he do right nowJump off stage right now nigga start punchin a fool- Ohh punchin a foolY'ALL BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin witchu!- We ain't fuckin witchu, no no
[Proof]Hit the metal with devilistic tonguesJust frontin for the ghetto kissin misfits to humAlong with red and yellow biscuits to munchJust think before you was never meant to comeForever rich and dumb, brawl out any dayYou heard Slim, we some all out "Renagades"To the end of days, put the scare awayWho better than D12? That's a sin to sayCan you follow this? Y'all swallow shitOf politics, I like the {?} wristTaste the motherfuckin dust in this laced bluntTake the world with me fool nigga like PacewonAin't none ready slapbox for kicksPack box to spit and smack cops with dickThis is narcotics and dark knowledge that's symbolicSin sonic demonic and my heart's rottedMake plans, on insanity sandsI'm like damn, too much in me Incredible ManAnd I got a Grammy to chant in enemy landI'm bustin off on your block like Yosemity Sam
[Chorus]
[Proof]Uhh, sittin in here with a blunt and a ice cubePlottin with Satan, to snatch guys light fuseDidn't like school, I never liked youI'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this white glueFight, dudes, blacks to white foolsThen act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might loseWhat I got it I'm bout it bout it, about itLonely in life or see Christ without itVictory is meant to beWhere my father has been has been a mysteryBut I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it upGettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin off prescription drugsAnd I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady nowProof is here, the world ain't ready nowIf you gay you gay, you straight you straightYou violate today in the mistake you make, heyAre you swallowin? Hey lil' finger popDon't need a greasy college to see you dropProof the king of bars hit the pretty coffinI'm like a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it oftenGenius artist, so retardedBroken hearted, my soul's like a open targetAnd I'm ready to leave EarthYou step to my death next year on my T-shirt
[Chorus]
[King Gordy]That Derty Harry, well wellKing Gordy, well wellDirty Dozen, WELL wellFat Killer, Fat Killer!
[Proof]My mind is broke, too many lines of cokeOpen mind for beefin, no reason I'ma chokeTime to quote somethin you never heardPour my heart when I talk and spit it with every wordWe ain't playin no more, sayin no moreNo games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yoursIn a four-double, Billboard troubleThis industry ain't ready for no more rebelsKill at will, with the will to killKeep it real with steel, these pills'll feelProof for poppin, they used to jogginI take out your block cause my future callinDon't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl(pop pop, pop) 'Til your producer fallWho's involved? They don't wanna do nothinWhoop style, I make 'em all move some'nClap the mag up, back the gas upLeave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plasticAsk the hood, this the platinum classicNow 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 loseHe got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do- Ohh the stuff that he do right nowJump off stage right now nigga start punchin a fool- Ohh punchin a foolY'ALL BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin witchu!- We ain't fuckin witchu, no no
[Proof]Hit the metal with devilistic tonguesJust frontin for the ghetto kissin misfits to humAlong with red and yellow biscuits to munchJust think before you was never meant to comeForever rich and dumb, brawl out any dayYou heard Slim, we some all out "Renagades"To the end of days, put the scare awayWho better than D12? That's a sin to sayCan you follow this? Y'all swallow shitOf politics, I like the {?} wristTaste the motherfuckin dust in this laced bluntTake the world with me fool nigga like PacewonAin't none ready slapbox for kicksPack box to spit and smack cops with dickThis is narcotics and dark knowledge that's symbolicSin sonic demonic and my heart's rottedMake plans, on insanity sandsI'm like damn, too much in me Incredible ManAnd I got a Grammy to chant in enemy landI'm bustin off on your block like Yosemity Sam
[Chorus]
[Proof]Uhh, sittin in here with a blunt and a ice cubePlottin with Satan, to snatch guys light fuseDidn't like school, I never liked youI'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this white glueFight, dudes, blacks to white foolsThen act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might loseWhat I got it I'm bout it bout it, about itLonely in life or see Christ without itVictory is meant to beWhere my father has been has been a mysteryBut I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it upGettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin off prescription drugsAnd I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady nowProof is here, the world ain't ready nowIf you gay you gay, you straight you straightYou violate today in the mistake you make, heyAre you swallowin? Hey lil' finger popDon't need a greasy college to see you dropProof the king of bars hit the pretty coffinI'm like a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it oftenGenius artist, so retardedBroken hearted, my soul's like a open targetAnd I'm ready to leave EarthYou step to my death next year on my T-shirt
[Chorus]
[King Gordy]That Derty Harry, well wellKing Gordy, well wellDirty Dozen, WELL wellFat Killer, Fat Killer!
