It`s Nothing lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : It`s Nothing



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Yeah. Uhh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine.
Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our
time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh,
what, yea, uh... woo

[Verse 1]
Yea, mami
jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for
crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so
fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this
commotion?
Forget niggaz you even got bitches
approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the
Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might of heard
my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen
thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm
loving the shine
Who else could it be but the
squad's O.G?
Be laid up Wit chicks that
resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n
something
Ménages, orgies believe me
its nothing
The girls want tha facts got to
feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you
swimming in wealth the blink of an
eye?

[Chorus]
Big trucks, gee rides, we
fly, twenty-fo' wont you sit in them
tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just
wont mix with my ride keep a strap on my
side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's
hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks
mean rides we fly t-squad our time
Believe me
is nothing

[Verse 2]
Drop from Harlem
even, more for Brooklyn
Still got my Name
covering the walls in central Brooklyn
Haters
want me, they love to slut me
Mad because my
fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-r on the
landing strip
When record sales get low we back
to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do
that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight
effect when he come through
When pun died,
half of y'all cried
The other half wanna See
my demise
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach
new heights it's unforgettable
Follow the don
is all we kept telling you
Once you down with
the squad you can never give up
No need to get
ya jewel's back, let them other crews do
that
It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm
like 'mine'll get better one time' you dick
blowers

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No
ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just
another platinum plaque to add to my
garage
Ten years in the game - and still going
hard -
Fuck a club we flood the studio wit
broads
Uhh, my whole life never been more
focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer
Lopez
What the hell in the world did they do
to provoke this?
The newspaper reported the
scene was atrocious
And still find the time to
please girls
Even get hit on by the chick on
Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is
frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its
nothing

[Chorus]