Don't Say Nuthin'

Yeah, that all mighty amazin', ill, highly contagious

Kamikaze South splash like a shot from a gauge until your body sound clash

Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude

Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant foul rowdy

Reed pipe but deep tight, disposition keep on flippin'

Keep 'em playin' they position, keep makin' the people listen

What I spin put 'em out on a limb

Got tears, got blood, got sweat leakin' out of the pen

Y'all fake niggas not settin' a trend

We never listen to them, it's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind

My home team doin' visitors in, yo, don't test 'em

They all standin' close to the edge, so don't stress 'em

Now, who the type built to last? It's no question

The master, villain in black wit' no Stetson

My sound hittin' you hard from every direction

Your head and shoulder area, your midsection, dawg!

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line

With the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand

Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Just give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap

Gettin' down on everythin', hmm, cut the check

Give it here, and don't say nuthin

Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, Illadelph, home of the original gun-clappaz

Out on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards

You got the fool wantin' the rules, enter at risk

Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress

Shorties runnin' reckless from Philly to Texas

Surprisin' what niggas willin' to do to get a necklace

Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times

Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list

Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe

Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve

Silhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to D

Thirsty sheists who need at least a buck to breathe

C'mon, stick-up kids, they be out to tax

Most times, they be stickin' you without the gats

I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse

And if it's mine, word is bond, I'ma take it right back, nigga

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line

With the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand

Give it here and don't say nuthin'

Just give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap

Gettin' down on everythin', hmm, cut the check

Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I get in front of the band

On stage, wit' the planet in the palm of my hand

When a brother transform from anonymous man

To the force, crush whoever might've thought I was playin'

I'ma flame some sinister shit, the code twister

Slang thicker than Big Boi baby mom's sister

Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure

You see the masterpiece, but to me, it's unperfected

Give it here, Geffen Records, I'm off the handle

Cut the check, and yo, it better be as heavy as anvil

Next joint comin', all bets is canceled

Nigga, Black Ink, Grand Wizzard, Gee Financial

We finna have the whole industry at a standstill

See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill

So get wit' them endorsements, and call reinforcements

'Cause my clique come a full sizable portion, yeah!

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line

With the niggas who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand

Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Just give it here, just give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on set with the guns that gon' clap

Gettin' down on everything, hmm, cut the check

Give it here, and don't say nuthin'

Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'