Count for Nothing
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Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
Like (1-2) guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryna run through
Like (3-4) we raw
Me and Vishis trading like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the Mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want: Wayne, Ye, Jay (I'm just playing)
I keep the (4-5) on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About (7-8) niggas and die
Feeling some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plotting on my own crew
Joey, Crooked, Ortiz – Slaughterhouse!
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1-2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing
I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
Somewhere that got rich living the shit that I spit (Me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggas call me Fire Crotch
I'm seeing clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not?
To Sho'nuff I'm glowing like Taimak
And y'all crying like babies over the net
I should call you niggas Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel, Shady, blah-blah!"
If I die I'mma leave heat
I'mma leave the sun behind, I'm tryna repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an animal and you can be a random number, uh
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1-2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing
I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
Is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like hey, call me OJ Da Juiceman
I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryna shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8)
Y'all been fronting
Without a ounce of thugging
You go against me? You too can count for nothing
Like (1-2) like (3) like
You (2) can count for nothing