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letra de it's nuffin' - notion

[intro: cee]

ah, it’s nuh, nuffin’. gyeah. we on our fuego sh-t, what. theory, what up? notion, what up? big cee, that’s me, all you b-tches suck my nuts
listen. i’m gonna school all these wack rappin’ f-ggot b-tches. tongue my b-llsack, f-ckin’…yo

[verse: cee]

watch me, big cee set it off, spit h-lla raw
been stayed sick, been did it, i been tellin’ y’all
i been spat the cold raps, been burned the heat flow
i been there and been done that, i’m tryina speak though
it’s nothin’, when i’m in the club they knowin’ me
showin’ me love, it’s nothin’ so the b-tches they gropin’ me, yeah
back off me ma, my girl here, let go of me ma
she’ll leave you leakin’ like that time of the month, b-tch
it’s nothin’, real sh-t we bringin’ it back
i rolls with notion and theory man, we illy with rap
we puff a big fat illy with that
i take a hit, fake a p-ss but i ain’t givin’ it back, haha
it’s nothin’, i get stupid, talk sh-t on a beat
but not like them wack dudes who comin’ sh-t on a beat
i take a dump on it, literally, i sh-t on a beat
mc’s offending the track like they sh-t on a beat
calm down kid, you finna get a d-ck in the t–th
jet li, muhf-cka, couldn’t kick it with me, cee!
the rock in the booth but kittens on heat
cats is actin’ hard in the lab but a b-tch on the street,
listen, the name the same, y’all dudes is sh-t
hush now, so save it man, my crew’s legit
dog, drop the missy act, lose the b-tch
matter of fact y’all, who’s the sh-t? (me) we finna tell ’em ’bout it

[hook]
“it’s nothin” i got somethin’ here, for you -ssh0l-s
melbourne city respects, its nothin’ to trash yall
rewind it or fast forward, got it covered here, got me?
holla when ya want me, its nothin’, we got it locked b, (x2)
( cee-body/theory-body (no-sean p-body))

[verse: notion]
notion arms leg & head are strong, still i get my skinny on
deceivin’ packin’ a punch, so ya never gonna tempt me holmes
roll thru the hoo haa, & order on a parma
then i puff on mantis, home grown marijuana
i pack the ill poison, right here in the napsack
& wat you sayin to them, got me reachin’ in my backpack
feelins so deep, no way you can track that vibe
wit reference to my favourite book alive, wit my raps inside
notion is bringin’ straight fire to ya banquet
ladies throwin’ themselves ova my knee’s for a spankin’
shove em off, thank em, continue the rhyme
dis-functional rappers, its nothin’ when we beat em erry-time
bubble gum f-ggots, roll wit demons in their eyes
never seein thru disguise, their only vision is mine, its like
(“it’s nothin”) for me to get crazy, & start bustin’
its funny, when it comes to ur turn to spit, (you gots nothin)
next time i see you, when you burnin’ illegal
& for the right price, fl!ck me off some bud for my people
suppose im evil, im zany in the strange ways
cross between kurt cobain, lil wayne, & saddam hussein

[verse: theory]
it’s just the lifestyle, theonardo dicaprio
ain’t nothin changed, you still gonna see me smack a ho
they ask me what i’m rappin’ fo’, never stacks of dough
and if by chance i blow, i’ll probly be the last to know
the only thing i got p-ssion fo’, sent here from heaven fo’
i don’t think sellin’ out is a threat at all (nah)
it’s real funny, i like being bummy
still i’ll take the cheque, just check where you place the decimals
i’d rather listen to some new jack swing
then hear muf-ckas discussing who’s rap’s king
y’all struttin’ like some punk color me badd f-gs
k!ll yourselves, i wanna see y’all covered in glad wrap
i treat rap like ‘hey ho’, i mean i beat the sh-t out the beat
give a f-ck if australia say no
so you don’t really wanna play yo
you’re borderin’ on g-y and h-ll no you ain’t dope just ‘cos you say so (h-ll nah)
i’m blazin’ low and gettin’ high, i’m fly
your chick be like “what up” when she p-sses me by
i’m on that pharcyde, splittin’ the thighs
she kept it tight ‘cos your tiny sh-t ain’t hittin’ the sides
she gotta squeeze to fit my d-ck when she rides
it’s nuttin’, serve ’em macca’s minus pickle and fries (haha)
yeah i’m another f-ckin’ boastin’ emcee
you see, the best thing since sliced toast on the beat
and when the world ends, what will you see?
i mean i scorched the m-th-f-ckin’ sky and probly frozen the sea
so when it’s over it’ll probably be
nothin’ but theory, c-ckroaches, notion and cee
it’s like… that

- notion

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