Nothin' From Nothin'

[Verse 1: Da Grym Reefer] Why am I lonely? Why make a bitch my one and only... Open up to get to know me And to only find her phony? Why don't we walk it out Move forward and talk it out Discussing all our doubts Instead of getting pissed and pout Why are we wasting time Playing games with our mines Calling me yours, I'm calling you mines Just to argue all the time? Why don't we save the time And the strains on our minds Call up Hook up Fuck And then you go your way And I go mines? Why do we bother Even calling at all Cuz when we argue nothing ever gets solved Plus emotions involved? Why do we even Try to bother with trust? There's only you And me There is no us So what the fuck? Why? ...Do I always feel the brunt on the pain I'm always wrong Even when I try to do the right thing... I guess... That's just A fucking part of the game Study motherfuckers in love The always end up insane So just... (Hook) Get to fucking and sucking And fuck the kissing and hugging Because that shit ain't bout nothing And nothing from nothing Leaves nothing (repeat x3) [Verse 2: Da Grym Reefer] Why ain't I versatile? Why don't I change my style And say something good about women Every once in a while Haven't attempted In fact never been tempted Stay pimpin' cuz even the "good women's" Bitchin has made my mood foul I'm sick of arguing Quarelling Making up and departing Pardon how I dishearten But would you get out? That is the fuck out my face Before I blow out your face Or blow your mind out When I pull my nine out Sick of the dating The hating The make-believe and the faking The demon seeds and the Satans And the problem child Or tricking off figgaz with diggaz Sack chasin' niggas for skrilla I figure what is the sense of even goin out It's not like I can't talk nice about women I just don't want to cuz so many hoes Chose to be angry Cuz I don't want you You hate me forever if you want to But that shit still won't make me want you So won't you... (Hook x4) [Verse 3: King Cheifa] Everyday you complain I'm sick and tired of this shit I'mma could pack my bags And leave this bitch You ain't bringing shit To this realtionship All you trying to do Is spend my grip But I ain't having it So get to stepping I'mma tell you like this I've got a lethal weapon Hard on bitches and here's the reason why All you hoes trying to do is get a peace of the pie You complain about this You complain about that Not once did I complain about your big funky ass Sick of hoes always trying to get shit for the free But it's nothing from nothing A bitch gets nothing from me! WHAT!?! (Hook x4)