Lyrics Ain’t Nobody Happenin’ - Ultra
Yeah,
it's
the
first
quarter,
goin
into
the
second
All
labels,
drop
your
acts
Rappers
I'm
dead
serious,
stop
what
you
doin
Take
it
real
personal,
you
know
you're
wak
Look
in
the
mirror,
it'll
tell
you
the
truth
You
know
who
I
am,
bust
this
Stop
your
music,
hold
up,
your
temperature
is
wak
I
bought
your
gimmick
album,
erased
the
tape,
took
it
back
You
was
wrong
for
rhymin,
that
was
a
sin
You
should
STOP,
cause
rap's
now
worse
again
You
knew
you
was
doo-doo,
fakin
that
you
was
so
brutal
Your
style
was
all
canned,
your
stuff
was
all
chicken
noodle
With
no
sale,
you
gave
your
promos
out
at
retail
Tryin
to
flim-flam
and
pay
them
kids
off
at
SoundScan
You
bought
me
real
stuff,
BUFF
- powderpuff
All
I
saw
was
tons
of
group
sissies
actin
rough
Graffiti
wars,
a
bunch
of
crowds,
project
halls
Mess
with
drama,
your
garbage
style's
Wonderama
I
got
skills,
but
butt
crack
is
all
Massengil
Independent,
while
groupies
front
while
you
drive
a
rented
Up
at
that
atmosphere,
headpiece
like
{?}
You'll
be
trapped
with
empty
pockets
around
Yankee
Stadium
I
know
your
background,
it's
a
puppet
actin
wild
I
know
your
issue,
I'm
in
your
ass
Scotty
Tissue
Kool
Keith
is
no
joke,
better
will
not
make
you
hope
Pray
to
my
nuts
flat
butts
talk
like
Mariah
Carey
I'm
out
there,
you
on
my
testicles
this
year
I
tell
you
straight,
you
all
rah
rah
Ain't
nobody
happenin
(nobody
happenin)
Ain't
nuttin
good
be
happenin
(nuttin
be
happenin)
Just
because
you
got
a
deal
(clear
the
way)
Don't
mean
you
know
how
to
rap
Mad
rappers
try
to
test
my
lyrical
anarchy
Like
Sparky
from
Detroit
Tigers,
I
don't
quit
Aw
shit,
Bronx
niggas
always
come
legit
Once
I
lay
my
rap
down,
it's
a
hit
Of
course
the
track
gotta
be
fat
for
Tim
Dog
to
rap
No
more
gettin
with
this,
and
no
more
gettin
with
that
Cause
I
reign
the
terrain
like
weather,
however
Rappers
try
to
Run
D.M.C.
but
I'm
Tougher
Than
Leather
How
dare
you,
think
you
can
dismantle
I'mma
call
you
Campbell
cause
somebody
got
you
souped
Frontin
wit'cha
man
when
you
know
you
ain't
cute
You
and
your
man
can
catch
a
bad
one
quick
I
see
mad
motherfuckers
get
done
for
simple
shit
(word)
So
what's
it
gonna
be,
you
or
me?
Life
or
death
Like
Whitney
Hou'
you
be
holdin
your
breath
Cause
I
don't
give
a
fuck
where
you
been
or
where
you
at
If
you
come
wak
then
you
betta
watch
your
back
Cause
rap
is
sacred,
so
don't
fake
it
And
these
fuckin
devils
out
here
tryin
to
take
it
Secret
agent,
seen
a
thing,
heard
a
thing,
launchin
at
latitude
Aimin
things,
standing
top,
send
it
at
longitude
I-I-know-know-that-that-you-you-be
affected
Movin
like
a
virus
and
niggas
they
been
infected
Let
the
doctor
give
you
a
shot,
moved
up
from
sharpshooter
Aimin
for
the
bridge
of
yo'
nose,
BLAOW!
Fallin
down,
fallin
down
I
make
complicated
statements,
with,
unlimited
phone
calls
Swingin
that,
bringin
that,
{?}
West
coast
swinger
rapper
Ba-ba-ba
leavin-in-the-evenings,
daytime
talkin
decent
Recently
I'm
part
of
the
North,
you
beat
me
to
the
record
Usage
of
my
lyrical
form
at
the
scene
Lookin
like
a
heterosexual,
about
to
lose
his
manhood
Brothers
swear
they
hot
when
they
sound
like
Orville
Reddenbacher
Pop
pop
pop
pa-pop
pa-pop
Labels
signin
innocents,
tryin
to
tell
'em
that
they
better
sense
Ignore
them
babies,
they
cryin
for
attention
Yo
here's
yo'
pacifier,
suck
this
brown
dick
'til
it
turns
WHITE
Album
Big Time
1 Selling My Dat’s (intro)
2 Super Luv
3 NYC Street Corner Battle
4 Big Time
5 Bittin’ My Space Shit (skit)
6 Get Off the Dick
7 Peeping Tom (skit)
8 Private Eyes
9 The Industry Is Wack
10 Moving Out the Projects (skit)
11 Keep It Real… Represent (full original version)
12 Ain’t Nobody Happenin’
13 Fat Lady
14 Visit to the Zoo (skit)
15 Bizarre
16 No Face
17 To the Real Ultra Fans (outro)
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