Nothin' To Lose (naughty Live) Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

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How many niggas gettin' lie tonight? 

How many niggas gettin' high tonight? 

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Na na na na 

I say fight you holler a quarter day late 

A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas don't get 

Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight 

And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight 

Must be just the master monk 

The underhood, the underworld's under man 

Motherfuck bein' understood, long as we understand 

You can't twist the Treach dismiss and mix his friends 

Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend 

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar chance 

I glance and just take your tip 

It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou' 

And bowed and thanked the crowd bein' in style 

And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk 

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from and hand Treach 

Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top notch 

Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots 

I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks 

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How many niggas gettin' lie tonight? 

How many niggas gettin' high tonight? 

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Ha, now let me line this nigga up 

How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck? 

Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and there it is 

How we dealin' wit' these frustrated niggas in the biz? 

(What the fuck was he freakin'?) 

I bring some drink in, just for fun 

They be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum 

You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head 

'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead 

Let those chickens, I see your mental picture clickin' 

I know I only make it for the one-night stickin' 

Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin' 

After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin' 

How many niggas gettin' lie tonight? 

How many niggas gettin' high tonight? 

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What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more 

We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war 

All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye 

After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I 

Serve those wit' the nerve to test this 

Step and get'cha records clipped 

Original is what you kick but I know you better quit 

You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit 

Discredit's what you get, 'cos you bit 

Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows 

If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code 

Keep hittin' knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry 

For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy 

That's when Vinnie will be 

Lightin' shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we 

Sick of talkin' shit, niggas knowin' how we do 

So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you 

(We won't have to fuck wit' you) 

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How many niggas gettin' high tonight? 

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