Nothing Personal lyrics

[Intro]
*We gonna do a song that you never heard before*
Yeah, street knowledge
Straight off the motherf*ckin' streets of Trinity
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[Verse 1: Mike B.]
Don't you player hate me, ho
Man, I'm 'bout tired of this ho sh*t
I'm heartless out the garden, no n*gga to f*ck with
On the block with the stone (Yeah)
And them other ho's are jealous 'cause we bringin' more money home
I'm keepin' all of my player points
I get paid, on the cool, then sit back and smoke a joint
I know my mind ain't tight, D
If I ain't even got my cousin with the nerves to de-cite me (Ha)
And them n*ggas we was raised with, talkin' nonsense
'Cause they still had to rob and sh*t
Let's go to the memory lane, bone (Way back)
They was raised with a daddy, I was born without a home
My mama couldn't take care of me
I live my life day by day, on the clock, G
But that's life, sh*t, and it don't quit
Straight up, holmes (What's up man?)
I'm no n*gga to f*ck with
[Bridge]
Murder-rem a-mis a-murder-rem
Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem
A-miss-a murder-rem a-miss-a murder-rem
Tell them puss a-them a-why murder-rem, it's a

[Verse 2: D]
It has gotten to a point that I'm fed up with the bullsh*t
And the player hater punk clique
Everywhere I go, I feel myself bein' watched
So I pack a forty five just in case I'm busted
No need in lyin' sayin' I'm not paranoid
As another day approaches, I'm alive
I say thanks, god, and I'm a targeted man
When I step out on the scene they say "I wish I had your hands"
That's when I turn with silence
Never speakin' my mind 'cause it might be critical violence
Put my pride to the side and then I jet away
Thop a joint, take a pull, it's another day
It's a damn shame, these tricks
(And why you say that, D) Them n*ggas mad over a b*tch
But them hoes don't do it their way anyway
Givin' up the c*ck, fillin' one day, pay day
The new school has made the players turn into haters
Traitors, and low down perpetrators
Step in the Garden, grab your gear with a full kit
(Yeah, you motherf*ckers) I'm no n*gga to f*ck with
[Bridge]
Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass
Bomboclaat me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pus*y rassclaat
Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your rass
Bomboclaat, me yea gon' tell them 'bout your pus*y rassclaat
Listen

[Verse 3: D]
In the ward, they say I'm soulful
I'm a hustler if you want it, I can get it in a dry drove
The jealous hearted are mad at D
But we all got five seasons, we can go out and get it, G
Stop makin' up those punk excuses (Yeah)
'Cause the game that you bring is defenseless and useless
Hey yo, I learnt a long time ago
Don't be a race lover (Ho), Columbians gotta go
When I was shackin' in the underground
My n*gga Eazy and fought to hook me up say "They still down"
The rumor out on the streets (Yeah)
Was that I got thirty five in my appeal, yo, I couldn't beat
See, I'm supposed to be locked up, ha
But I ain't, you can tell by the bank that I stacked up
I ain't scared to go get it (So go and get it)
But the game has it's ups and downs
Make a punk quit it
You see, D is a die hard
As I'm thinkin' i'm-a send a peace shot to my n*gga Floyd
Yeah, he tried to get it (Quick, too quick)
So add him to the list man (Add this to the list)
No n*gga to f*ck with
[Bridge]
All of them brothers do for test me test me
What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, a-miss-a
All of them brothers do for test me test me
What if you know me, I'm the dance machine, miss-a

[Verse 4: D]
Cartel is real, not a clique of gang or slang
Just some brothers carryin' and realizing
Togetherness equals love, not about a push or shove
Get it in gill, black, my bother full of wits
Cartel (No n*ggas to f*ck with)