Not Fa' Nuthin'

[Chino XL Saafir] You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu? Not fa' nuttin'! That's not what a thug would do Nope Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh Pretty skillianaire niggas about to spit it at 'chu? Not fa' nuthin', that's somethin' that a thug'd do! [Saafir] Not fa' nuttin'. I'll jump out that mild-mannered frame of glasses And start whuppin' your ass. It's the rap game killa masta Kid who has a pool room with business and non-stop blastin' shit Tore cagenin' in what your lungs' incased in No comic book animation, just assassination All you fake-ass nigs would kill a fasination Cosmetic niggas would feel this villain plastic facement Call me Father Red, but for you, you think I'mma get a higher rankin'? You fly cats is chickens, you featherless While you tryin' to get millions, I'm trainin' as a United States terrorist! Drombin' these bomb before your planes get off the ground Blowin' out the pilot and all flames that sound the same Y'all niggas is B-12 bumped up wit' a pound of fame I'm thirty-two degrees below freezin' in the game But some of you love, gettin' crossed in the pair of pliars I'mma call high yellow nigga keepin' hoes duckin' like a hair dryer [Chino XL Saafir] You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu? Not fa' nuttin'! That's not what a thug would do Nope Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh Pretty skillianaire niggas about to spit it at 'chu? Not fa' nuthin', that's somethin' that a thug'd do! [Chino XL] I kick that fly shit, my shit is New Jersey drive shit That B.-I.-G. 'Ready To Die' shit, 2Pac 'All Eyez' shit That classic hot shit, Jag in garage shit You braggin', ain't got shit. Complainin' 'bout my shit PaChino's above average. Product of a mixed marriage I'm violent, you better be silent like the 'J' in spanish Immacurate, saw moons and stars and flames in back of it Rap past the untalented. Dangerous, haters try to silence it Couldn't accomplish it. I'm bringin' the ruckus, I promise it My skills are polished it. 'You wack, nigga.' I'm wack's opposite Drama's been poision pen venom bent up inside of your brain My lyrical syringes for dope fiends to take my name in vein Physical frame, the heron Frankie Lyman over-dosed on I'm strong, I make you look weaker than Usher wit' no shirt on I still attack tracks like two young-G raps This industry's ill, it's a bunch of hyperchondriachs And I'mma smack ya face off ya face for bitin' rhymes Like I've more skills than you niggas if you practiced for three lifetimes Lyrical hangtime. You wacker. Jump in the time machine And soft the vagina that half of these rappas came out of [Saafir Chino XL] You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose? Not fa' nuthin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu? But not fa' nuthin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh You caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose? But not fa' nuthin' That's not what a thug would do. Pretty Skillianaire niggas about to spit it at 'chu? But not fa' nuthin', that's somethin' that a thug'd do! [Chino XL Saafir] I shine like Bruce Willis's bald spot in the sun rays I'm a mad rappa, beat you like the editor of 'Blaze'! For real cause Bill Clinton look like George Clinton cause he got Funked with Parliament, the Congress but I done funked all of it! Sick tales from the male Mary Magdaline. Chino's so raveshing You couldn't double X-L if you was the magazine The black Nazerine, takin' charism. The hell in the battle You mix with sugar and shit spice, you're not add ho! You're gettin' sex pay-back from my lyrical syntex Nigga, ya index finga wouldn't trigga a bottle of Windex And I forgot more lyrics then you will ever write. Tight wild like Eddie Murphey gettin' caught with that transvestite on that night You cats might get put to sleep like pills I be nodding on Foldin' niggas' Averexes while they still got 'em on! Buildin' underground side holes with lights dimmer than the ones in Biggie Smalls's hallways. Colder than a menthol lip that's Haulin' rap in the fall. My foot deep in the ass of Niggas that's Glock rhymin' me. I do to your future, dog I'm savage. That word is describin' me ("Scribin' me. Scribin' me...") Chianardo DiCaprio been known to slap a ho What? I'm from that indian tribe called Nava-love-a-ho I'm ill when I'm behind the feline butt-crack They say, 'How do you stay hard as hell?' It's the barbell ring in my nutsac! [Chino XL Saafir] You locked down with no bail money to get yourself loose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh I hit you girl for free and that's alright wit' 'chu? Not fa' nuttin'! That's not what a thug would do Nope Caught slippin' wit' no heat inside your bubblegoose? Not fa' nuttin' That's not what a thug would do Uh-uh Pretty skillianaire niggas about to spit it at 'chu? Not fa' nuthin', that's somethin' that a thug'd do! ("Uh-huh.")