Lyrics Nothin' - 625LAY

Man you crying cause your baby momma saying you ain't nothing
And you lying in your raps bitch, you ain't saying nothing
We ain't talking to the Feds bitch, we ain't saying nothing
Got 'em all up on my dick, I guess somebody saying something

Man you crying cause your baby momma saying you ain't nothing
And you lying in your raps bitch, you ain't saying nothing
We ain't talking to the Feds bitch, we ain't saying nothing
Got 'em all up on my dick, I guess somebody saying something
Glockie on my hip, pull up, you get hit
In my hood we call it murder when you fucking with the 6
And I'm screaming "Fuck 12", in my hood we call 'em 9
You catching 9 millimeters in your mind 9 times

If you coming in the field, you get the whole 9 yards
I remember when my uncle caught a homicide charge
I was 5 when I seen my first homicide dawg
And my momma came to see me when them shots rang off
When you see a 100 shooters, know it's 625LAY
You could take 1 to the face and do this shit the easy way
It ain't nothing like the day they killed my homie Lil' Jay
Left him in the elevator, that was back in '98
(That was back in '98)
Man Rest in Peace Dro
Yeah the world so cold, but we gon' make it through the snow
I was putting on a sweater, then I heard a gun blow
Went and got my .38, because it ain't my time to go
Bitch it's 625LAY from the motherfucking block
And I'm still the realest chico on the motherfucking block
Never had to keep a thing, on the motherfucking block
And you know I did my thing, on the motherfucking block
If you coming in the trenches, that's a suicide dawg
If you pull up on the block, then it's a homicide dawg
You would never hit a stain, on the motherfucking block
You ain't leaving with your chain, on the motherfucking block
We don't really play no games, on the motherfucking block
Motherfucker you ain't safe, on the motherfucking block
I would catch a murder case, on the motherfucking block
You get shot up in your face, on the motherfucking block

Man you crying cause your baby momma saying you ain't nothing
And you lying in your raps bitch, you ain't saying nothing
We ain't talking to the Feds bitch, we ain't saying nothing
Got 'em all up on my dick, I guess somebody saying something
Glockie on my hip, pull up, you get hit
In my hood we call it murder when you fucking with the 6
And I'm screaming "Fuck 12", in my hood we call 'em 9
You catching 9 millimeters in your mind 9 times