No. T. Lose lyrics

Artist  : Proof 
Song : No. T. Lose



 Send "No. T. Lose" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. King Gordy)



[repeat 2X]

There's nothing, there's nothing

There's nothing, no there's nothing

Won't lose it, can't lose it

There's nothing but this music



[Proof]

My mind is broke, too many lines of coke

Open mind for beefin, no reason I'ma choke

Time to quote somethin you never heard

Pour my heart when I talk and spit it with every
word

We ain't playin no more, sayin no more

No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for
yours

In a four-double, Billboard trouble

This industry ain't ready for no more rebels

Kill at will, with the will to kill

Keep it real with steel, these pills'll feel

Proof for poppin, they used to joggin

I take out your block cause my future callin

Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl

(pop pop, pop) 'Til your producer fall

Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin

Whoop style, I make 'em all move some'n

Clap the mag up, back the gas up

Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped
in plastic

Ask the hood, this the platinum classic

Now 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 lose

He got no shame in his game about the stuff that
he do

- Ohh the stuff that he do right now

Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin a
fool

- Ohh punchin a fool

Y'ALL BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin
witchu!

- We ain't fuckin witchu, no no



[Proof]

Hit the metal with devilistic tongues

Just frontin for the ghetto kissin misfits to
hum

Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch

Just think before you was never meant to come

Forever rich and dumb, brawl out any day

You heard Slim, we some all out
"Renagades"

To the end of days, put the scare away

Who better than D12? That's a sin to say

Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit

Of politics, I like the {?} wrist

Taste the motherfuckin dust in this laced
blunt

Take the world with me fool nigga like
Pacewon

Ain't none ready slapbox for kicks

Pack box to spit and smack cops with dick

This is narcotics and dark knowledge that's
symbolic

Sin sonic demonic and my heart's rotted

Make plans, on insanity sands

I'm like damn, too much in me Incredible Man

And I got a Grammy to chant in enemy land

I'm bustin off on your block like Yosemity
Sam



[Chorus]



[Proof]

Uhh, sittin in here with a blunt and a ice
cube

Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys light fuse

Didn't like school, I never liked you

I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this white
glue

Fight, dudes, blacks to white fools

Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose

What I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it

Lonely in life or see Christ without it

Victory is meant to be

Where my father has been has been a mystery

But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up

Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin off
prescription drugs

And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady now

Proof is here, the world ain't ready now

If you gay you gay, you straight you straight

You violate today in the mistake you make,
hey

Are you swallowin? Hey lil' finger pop

Don't need a greasy college to see you drop

Proof the king of bars hit the pretty coffin

I'm like a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen
it often

Genius artist, so retarded

Broken hearted, my soul's like a open target

And I'm ready to leave Earth

You step to my death next year on my T-shirt



[Chorus]



[King Gordy]

That Derty Harry, well well

King Gordy, well well

Dirty Dozen, WELL well

Fat Killer, Fat Killer!