Nothing Lyrics - Tm 103 Hustlerz Ambition - Young Jeezy

Man them young niggas killing bout nothing 

Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothin 

Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothin 

If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing 

You don't owe a nigga nothing 

Nothing, nothing, nothing... 

You don't owe a nigga nothing 

Nothing, nothing, nothing... 

You don't owe a nigga 

Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast 

In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast 

And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you most 

And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close 

Knew him back in the day when we was gettin money 

Now every time I see the nigga he be actin funny 

Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time 

Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind 

And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of place 

I have you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist 

I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friend 

So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz 

Nigga you see me getting mine, you better get yours 

Are you the one doing the serving or you gettin served? 

Or you the one doing the jackin, or you gettin jacked 

Or you the one that's goin hard or you fallin' back 

And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard 

They wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God 

They praying that I fail, I'm praying that I rise 

I guess the hating didn't work so now they tellin lies 

Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did that 

Boy keep it real wit ya self, you know he lived that 

You ain't real, you don't give em what they asking for 

Such a real nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo' 

And you don't even know a nigga, what you hating for? 

And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for? 

Beat the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream 

Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice cream 

From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream 

How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme 

And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it right 

Just know a nigga stayed down each and every night 

Hands on, yeah I broke down my own things 

Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains 

Fifties over here, twenties over there 

You know the rest, nigga, fives and singles everywhere 

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