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It's Nothing
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Hip-Hop/Rap
It's Nothing was released on May 19, 2009 by Thizz Nation as a part of the album The Best of Cutthoat Committee
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Release DateMay 19, 2009
LabelThizz Nation
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cutthoat Committee
Cutthoat Committee
Performer
Mac Dre
Mac Dre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mac Dre
Mac Dre
Composer

Lyrics

I love the paper, I'm a thug by nature
I take the mug of a hater, that's just blood on my gators
Who I'm is? Tha Drivah, bitch
On a plane, with a half thang inside the bitch
I'm looking hella inconspicuous, chic, nonchalant
With a whole zip of piff in my dun-dun-dun
You can't owe, but I got it, what you need and want
6-5 for the Nina, I got none to front
Good ****, Cutthoat, 3C hood ****
Money up on the wood, yes, it's all good
I represent if I should for MD and Sug
(My ****)
Players do what they want haters do what they could
Paper when **** flaunt, vapors take over hoods
Hoes will holla, "Ooh" Turf **** will, "Uhh"
For reals, we tryna live, that's how serious it is
No deals, so fuck what judge and what jury it is
I'm him
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this shit, to me it's nothin'
Nothin', it's nothin' man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of chron'
Running game on these bitches to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothin'
(Just ain't tryna hit that girl)
We into this pimpin'
Sending them women hogging 4 percentage
You wanna get raw?
I make them drop they jaw, what you thought?
Bet you bought this tape to tighten up your screws
Lace your boots and shoes
Leave a sucky ho stuck and confused
When I bruise the beat, you will see
A Cutthroat **** say it fo'
Super duper **** on Turf, this shit yoke in a glass house
I was thizzed out, stopped to push your bitch out
'Cause she so square she couldn't figure this out
You're out bitch, Cut, ho we ain't no punks
Take a **** baddest bitch turn her into Turf cunt
Put a blunt up in it and she will puff it
Put a hunnid up in it, let you run up in it
Just don't put your gun up in it
I release pimp shit, unbelievable
Breathing on cheddar, bust you fee for dough
No sweaters, we tote Berettas and headers is what we sending
What ya sellin' ain't shit, ****, look at what I tell 'em
They say a hustler will never get to live as long
They say a player when he older he'll be alone
Yeah I'm in, let's do this shit, to me it's nothin'
Nothin', it's nothin' man
I make a dollar out a nickel and a dime of chron'
Running game on these bitches to confine they mind
Say she in love, but girl love to me, it's nothin'
(Just ain't tryna hit that girl)
Now quench your thirst with a sip from this pimpin' boy
I go bad on bitches like Orenthal Simpson
I'm sour, filthy call me nasty
All in her guts while I'm slapping her ass cheeks
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
She gets no affection whenever she cries
**** ride or die, H-O-E
(Ho up)
If they know me, they owe me
(If you know me, you owe me)
Chevy driver every night, I get it from the womb
Check a sucker, motherfucker, gone off shrooms
Ripped off Hennessy and there's finna be
Bodies being found in the near vicinity
My enemies better stay home (Better stay home)
'Cause I'm spraying up bodies like spray on cologne (Spray on cologne)
Ooh, who, could it be? The Crestside Cutthroat me MD
(It's me MD, MD, MD)
Written by: Mac Dre
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