It’s Nothin’ - Kool G Rap

Giancana back at y'all n***az
This s**t is bigger than killin the President
Ignor Entertainment up in this motherf**ker y'all
It's nothing Infrared beams laser the place
Two straps radiate at the waist I'm a marksmith
Them things bark man sprayin with haste
S**t razor gladiator your face soakin your strip
Hoodied up loc in the whip pokin the clip
Arm extended out the window chokin the fifth
Legend or myth seek a Taliban hit Babylon
Don't misinterpretate the smile of a Don I'm fowl as a swan
Get at you spit at you with ya child in ya arms
Clap at your b***h full semi'matics eclipse
Display rage like an evil omen
Trust me in the backseat when you drivin
I'll pop your f**kin cerebral open
Take position when them snakes hissin
End up nickel plate kissin out of state missin
Get gravelled in the battles and wars rattle the four
Cause cattle when you rhyme big you sound like you horse
Let's do it
It's nothing Dudes'll talk like they killers
But they eyes can't disguise the fact they really fear us
It's nothing Them big rims on the truck
That slim h*e that you pluck That flossin'll get you stuck dude
It's nothing This ain't your ordinary rap
It's extrordinary scrap Cris' pour the Henny back like
It's nothing
What's my name
G Rap Giancana
No throwbacks are fitted we own rap and spit like
It's nothing
Five star general ranked in the game I don't respect y'all seargeants
I wreck you varmints eject them comments and wet y'all garments
I bank sure as the flames from out them Texas orange
Keep fresh h*es in flesh and bondage collect and garnish
This ain't a threat it's a promise give you a hospital bed
And a harness reps get tarnished if you don't hit that deck
For homage and beg for your pardon G Rap head of the squadron
Kid be sent to alarmin you flipped and stepped out of margin
You infuriated the Gods and the stars and
The sky's bout to thunder you low life come out from under
About to heat your winters and drought your summers
One right up on your fort forty five Colt buckin the horse
Give your body your nuts in divorce
D**k in the dirt you flip to the earth
Check where the hit tip grippin the shirt
Get a flashback flick to your birth
It's war for you mo rons we wave four arms
Draw with arms more arms and more arms and more arms
G Rap Giancana that raw Don made my bones
When I was a young buck I played with chrome
Blaze Stallone get your brains blown grazin the dome
Get my stage on the rage is on my n***a
Yo chill G