Nuthin' But

Ayo, I'm just slidin' through 'cause I'm finished with that booty call

Green acres more lot in Queens had it all

Got the beat from my man, Big Stan, fifty grand

Rhythm Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand

Mic check on and the mic check two

Rhythm Blunt Cru runs through you like the flu

Fuck your whole shop up and inside

Leave your jaw to the floor, eyes opened wide

Loungin' in my crib, apartment L, 12th floor

Lo-lo with the ham come knockin' at my door

She sell Glock shells by the seashore

Payin' for the guests on that big ass boat

Yo kid, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth like Aliya

Playin' crazy ball in Cedar Park, dark black Adidas

Art shines, kill some dumbos, Spanish honeys say "Roberto"

Fuck that, I buck that bitch **** from your borough

Well, lyrical gats at the smalls of my backs

In facts, I pack extras up in my knapsack

Greenbacks let me lay back and relax

Gaining riches, bitches, just by kickin' the mere fact

****, I can make your speaker shake

Make you break, now you're upstate gettin' raped

While I'm at home makin' hits

And smokin' so much weed that I start hearin' shit

Ay, fuck is that shit, yo? (What?)

You hear that shit? (What?)

Don't fuck with me, y'all **** hear that shit

****, I think (Yo, chill, man, take it)

Rhythm Blunt Cru knockin' at the door

(Nuthin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore)

Rhythm Blunt Cru knockin' at the door

(Nuthin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore)

Rhythm Blunt Cru knockin' at the door

(Nuthin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore)

Rhythm Blunt Cru knockin' at the door

(Nuthin' but the rough, rugged and hardcore)

Jack call your high stakes, so bring the metal

To my job on 34th, I got some beef with these devils

Automatic weapons, fuck askin' **** questions

Leave 'em torn, that's the justice cypher born, then we steppin'

All rise, parental discretion is advised

And be wise, 'cause one who fronts is one who dies

Smoke buda by the mic, just like a barracuda

Flush the crew to the ground like Roto-Rooter

A fight, a fight, a **** and a white

If a **** don't win, we all jump in

Wanna be me but you can't see me

'Cause I don't rap like Michael Jackson, those little wee-wees

Uck it, bottom line, top of the page

Loves to fuck a big body bitch like rage

Runnin' through uptown like I don't got no sense

And Frederick K Price couldn't find no evidence

Yo, I make the grade, now I'm crazy paid

**** watch me close like Muslims in the World Trade Center

Represent the clique in the city

Blowin' up the spot like silicone titties

Try to defeat beat, ****, you're dead wrong

Too headstrong and got a .38 leg long

So fuck around, lay around on the wet ground

By the tray pound and these sick **** from uptown