No Nuts No Glory lyrics

[Intro]
Big Mike, how you livin'?

[Verse 1: Big Mike]
I been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin' crack like cards to these burnt out dope fiends
Cookin' rock after motherf*ckin' rock
Seein' cop after motherf*ckin' cop on the block
Changin' face after motherf*ckin' face
Watchin' n*ggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find mo' n*ggas doin time in the pen
Cause he wouldn't snitch on his f*ckin' friend
And that same motherf*cker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboy's bail
But that's the way n*ggas do you
Caught a case for another n*gga and he swear he never knew ya
12 months in the county, you done got out and found out
That your homie runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you sh*t
Not even a funky-ass ounce to get on yo feet, that sheisty b*tch
And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I be kin to a n*gga who ain't payin' me
Cause I ain't with that ho sh*t
So if you thinkin' 'bout f*ckin' me, n*gga, you better try some mo' sh*t
Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watch another n*gga progress
Off the motherf*ckin' sh*t I did
But in the '90s, it's payback and I ain't takin no shorts, kid
Cause life is a b*tch
And I ain't that n*gga to be broke while makin another motherf*cker rich
So wise up, n*gga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game you gotta wash your own hands
And I got a Tec-9, ready to take mine and what's for me
Ho, yeah, no nuts no glory
[Verse 2: Big Mike]
Now I done heard a n*gga say they callin' me the biggest b*tch in Texas
Cause I'm bummin' a ride when I should be drivin' Lexus
But you know I gives a f*ck about what n*ggas say
I handle mine by handlin' sh*t my own way
I let n*ggas think it's cool
To f*ck a n*gga like me, but they don't know who they psychin' fools
See, I stay low key
Lettin a n*gga think he know me, but he really don't know me, G
Claimin' that we friends
When my little girl is ridin' the bus and his little girl is ridin' a f*ckin' Benz
Who's your friend, ask yourself that sh*t
The only friend I got is my f*ckin' pistol grip
Filthy rich, I know you love it
I done made yo ass fat and you still talkin' 'bout 25 off a hundred
Be real, that sh*t went out in '86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin' tricks, b*tch
Still refuse to give me mine? Cool
n*gga be that way and I'mma handle my business, fool
Just like my n*gga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta get down for your sh*t while you can, homie
And you's about to get yo ass lit up
Cause the f*ckin aim proper and I ain't the n*gga that's catchin the nut
Payback is a motherf*cker, payback is a b*tch
But payback is a must when I ain't the n*gga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherf*ckers I ain't scared to touch yo b*tch ass
Cause if you believe in f*ckin n*ggas, you's a ho
And the Peter Man can't tolerate hoes, so you gots to go
Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts
Got everybody thinkin you's the sh*t
But really I'm the motherf*ckin' one
So I'm about to grab my sh*t off the self
And go on a mission, one n*gga gettin' busy by his damn self
So keep on thinkin' you f*ckin' me
But while you thinkin' I be pullin/ your f*ckin' number, G
Cause I'm a n*gga with no heart and no worry
Gettin' down for mine, b*tch, no nuts no glory