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    Kool G Rap / Lyrics

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    "It's Nothin'" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap feat. Joell Ortiz

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    Giancana back at y'all niggaz
    This shit is bigger than killin' the President
    Ignor-Entertainment up in this motherfucker y'all

    It's nothing! Infrared beams laser the place
    Two straps, radiate at the waist, I'm a marksmith
    Them things bark man, sprayin' with haste
    Shit razor gladiator your face, soakin your strip
    Hoodied up, loc in the whip, pokin' the clip
    Arm extended out the window, chokin' the fifth
    Legend or myth seek a Taliban, hit Babylon
    Don't misinterpret the smile of a Don, I'm fowl as a swan
    Get at you, spit at you with ya child in ya arms
    Clap at your bitch, full semi'matics eclipse
    Display rage like an evil omen
    Trust me in the backseat when you drivin'
    I'll pop your fuckin' cerebral open
    Take position when them snakes hissin'
    End up nickel-plate kissin', out of state missin'
    Get graveled in the battles and wars, rattle the four
    'Cause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horse
    Let's do it

    It's nothing! Dudes'll talk like they killers
    But they eyes can't disguise the fact they really fear us
    It's nothing! Them big rims on the truck
    That slim hoe that you pluck? That flossin'll get you stuck dude
    It's nothing! This ain't your ordinary rap
    It's extraordinary scrap - Cris', pour the Henny back like
    It's nothing! (What's my name?) G Rap, Giancana
    No throwbacks are fitted, we own rap and spit like
    It's nothing!

    Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all sergeants
    I wreck you varmints, eject them comments, and wet y'all garments
    I bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orange
    Keep fresh hoes in flesh and bondage, collect and garnish
    This ain't a threat it's a promise; give you a hospital bed
    And a harness, reps get tarnished if you don't hit that deck
    For homage and beg for your pardon, G Rap head of the squadron
    Kid be sent to alarmin'; you flipped and stepped out of margin
    You infuriated the Gods and the stars and
    The sky's bout to thunder, you low-life come out from under
    About to heat your winters and drought your summers
    One right up on your fort, forty-five Colt buckin' the horse
    Give your body your nuts in divorce
    Dick in the dirt, you flip to the earth
    Check where the hit tip grippin' the shirt
    Get a flashback, flick to your birth
    It's war for you morons, we wave four arms
    Draw with arms, more arms and more arms and more arms
    G Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bones
    When I was a young buck I played with chrome
    Blaze Stallone, get your brains blown, grazin' the dome
    Get my stage on, the rage is on, my nigga
    Yo chill G

    This song was submitted on November 5th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by J. Ortiz, Mike Herard, Nathaniel Wilson, Vic Padilla.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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