Текст песни No. T. Lose - Proof feat. King Gordy
(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!
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2 Clap Wit Me
3 Biboa's Theme
4 When God Calls...
5 Forgive Me
6 Purple Gang
7 Nat Morris
8 Gurls Wit da Boom
9 High Rollers
10 Rondell Beene
11 Pimplikeness
12 Ali
13 No. T. Lose
14 Jump Biatch
15 M.A.D.
16 72nd & Central
17 72nd & Central
18 Sammy da Bull
19 Black Wrist Bro's
20 Slum Elementz
21 Kurt Kobain
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