No Nuts No Glory

(Big Mike, how you livin?) [ VERSE 1: Big Mike ] I been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16 Shufflin crack like cards to these burnt out dope fiends Cookin rock after motherfuckin rock Seein cop after motherfuckin cop on the block Changin face after motherfuckin face Watchin niggas catch dope case after dope case Add it up and you'll find mo' niggas doin time in the pen Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin friend And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail Wouldn't come and pay his homeboy's bail But that's the way niggas do you Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya 12 months in the county, you done got out and found out That your homie runs his own dope house And he ain't gave you shit Not even a funky-ass ounce to get on yo feet, that sheisty bitch And he still calls you family But I be damned if I be kin to a nigga who ain't payin me Cause I ain't with that ho shit So if you thinkin 'bout fuckin me, nigga, you better try some mo' shit Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process Watch another nigga progress Off the motherfuckin shit I did But in the '90s, it's payback and I ain't takin no shorts, kid Cause life is a bitch And I ain't that nigga to be broke while makin another motherfucker rich So wise up, nigga, get with the program Cause in this dirty game you gotta wash your own hands And I got a Tec-9, ready to take mine and what's for me Ho, yeah, no nuts no glory [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ] Now I done heard a nigga say they callin me the biggest bitch in Texas Cause I'm bummin a ride when I should be drivin Lexus But you know I gives a fuck about what niggas say I handle mine by handlin shit my own way I let niggas think it's cool To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know who they psychin fools See, I stay low key Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me, G Claimin that we friends When my little girl is ridin the bus and his little girl is ridin a fuckin Benz Who's your friend, ask yourself that shit The only friend I got is my fuckin pistol grip Filthy rich, I know you love it I done made yo ass fat and you still talkin 'bout 25 off a hundred Be real, that shit went out in '86 I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks, bitch Still refuse to give me mine? Cool Nigga be that way and I'mma handle my business, fool Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me You gotta get down for your shit while you can, homie And you's about to get yo ass lit up Cause the fuckin aim proper and I ain't the nigga that's catchin the nut Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin rich Cause life ain't but one big chance And unlike these other motherfuckers I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a ho And the Peter Man can't tolerate hoes, so you gots to go Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts Got everybody thinkin you's the shit But really I'm the motherfuckin one So I'm about to grab my shit off the self And go on a mission, one nigga gettin busy by his damn self So keep on thinkin you fuckin me But while you thinkin I be pullin your fuckin number, G Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no worry Gettin down for mine, bitch, no nuts no glory