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'