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"Don't Say Nuthin'" Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Black Thought]
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what I spin
Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It's like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It's no question, the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!

[Chorus]
Yeah! When the saint on the ground,
with the grind on rhyme,
with King Kong hitting Thailand,
give it here, and don't say nuthin'
just give it here, and don't say nuthin',
when the team on the set, hit, the gun gonna clap,
git it down on record,hey, hmmmm, cut the check,
give it here, and don't say nuthin',
give it here and don't say nuthin', Come on!

[Verse 2 - Black Thought]
Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Black Thought]
Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like can pill
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full sizeable portions

[Chorus]
  • submitted by rinse
  • corrected by rinse wevers on November 27th, 2004
  • written by Collins, Tarik L. / Storch, Scott Spencer
  • copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Music, Reservoir Media Music Obo Tuff Jew Productions Llc

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  •  guest says:
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     this_pilot says:
    Like 013-03-2007 01:49
     
    [i]Dang.
     Fangster says:
    Like 014-06-2006 04:59
     
    sweet i get it now.
     Paradis says:
    Like 024-04-2005 13:42
     
    Haha..! Music pimp

    The song is great!
     christurek28 says:
    Like 015-04-2005 19:39
     
    actually it doesn't even show the mumbling part in the booklet...
     christurek28 says:
    Like 003-01-2005 21:03
     
    This song is amazing

     skevin77 says:
    Like 029-10-2004 03:33
     
    After a close analysis i have determined that
    The real lyrics are:

    when the saint on the ground,
    with his nine on line
    with the nigga's that grind
    with king kong hitting thailand.
    give it here, and don't say nothing
    just give it here, and don't say nothing

    when the team on the set,
    hit the blunt and roll back
    get it down on record hey hmm, cut the check
    give it here, and don't say nothing
    just give it here, and don't say nothing

    Listen Carefully and tell me I'm wrong.
     MegeMoose62 says:
    Like 009-08-2004 01:13
     
    This song isn't supposed to have any real chorous. The mumbling is supposed to make fun of rappers nowdays who don't even say anything but the still get paid (don't say nothin.) thats why you can't understand him.
     music_pimp says:
    Like 012-07-2004 20:20
     
    * offtopic :
    ok this song is fucked up u can't even understand what he says during the chorus.


    Like 003-07-2004 10:09
     
    ...give it here, and don't say nothing
    just leave it here, and don't say nothing...


    A good song, not so good as "The seed" or "You got me", but I like it 2. It has something that turns me on...
     babygirlo1 says:
    Like 022-06-2004 21:07
     
    the chorus is:

    when the saint on the ground,
    with the grind on the rhyme
    with the nigga's been clapping
    and king kong hitting thailand.
    give it here, and don't say nothing
    just leave it here, and don't say nothing

    when the team on the set,
    hit the gun gonna clap
    get it down on record hey hmm, cut the check
    give it here, and don't say nothing
    just leave it here, and don't say nothing