Raekwon - Nothing lyrics

[Intro] Fly money sh** n***as always love this type of sh**, n***a You know what I'm sayin'? This is for the f**in skunks out there, n***a For the f**in robbers, n***a And angry n***as, man For real, man, it don't stop It never did, n***a, neither Real rap, n***a Let's go in, n***a, stop playin' with these n***as, man [Verse 1] Yeah, there he go flashing his armor Army jacket jumping in new fist commas Project n***as low garments Tolerance level is low Dough fly through, yep we on it Yeah Scheming in the back of the Benzes Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses Do it again, screw-face a new face up again This is how I know it's a win You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black Keep it a thousand while we slap n***as right in they houses Let's take the j**elry off you want an ounce, kid Real n***as know real n***as'll blow At any given second it's real, gimme the go And Imma tear one of y'all apart slow Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow [Chorus] When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin' (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot And your pockets on silt yellin' “k** something now” because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) [Verse 2] Yeah, it's one thirty, I'm worthy and dirty Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy Strep throat, less flow herb me Ready to catch somethin', snatch somethin' up, word to Ernie Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies Smoke gra**, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy Catch him in the field, do him real silly Puddle of blood in the mud, that's for frontin', lookin' real leery Grab the flex-and-relax n***as Automatic tax, not askin', get your jawbone fractured We can make a mess or do it cla**y I'm talkin' to you, you in the red leather n***as wear lead leathers He felt bad but respected me Pa** the watch and the chain, all respectably Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady We ain't amongst none of them n***as, all them n***as [?] [Chorus] When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin' (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing) When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot And your pockets on silt yellin' “k** something now” because (I have nothing) (I, I have nothing)