Nobody - Marco Polo, Ruste Juxx

My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames

Homie I don’t play no games

I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame

So I don’t need to say no names

But I’mma put it like

Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck rhyme better?

Nobody!

Duck sick, anybody I don’t fuck with

Spit in your face if you talking 'bout «what up Vic?»

The sky nigga, now put your hands high nigga

Where them hundreds?

All I see is two fives nigga

If heart was a bullet then you wouldn’t have a shot

The trigger I pull it, your head won’t have a top

Bread I got a lot, Juxx putting hits out

And I ain’t talking records bitch, airing niggas strips out

Bloods and them crips out, bangin' to my music

It’s like a drug you use, but don’t abuse it

Never get me confused with a yellow back sucker

I’m a young crazy wild motherfucker

Hailing out of Brooklyn live and direct

Steady smoking but I ain’t get high yet

Now, how many slugs can your fitted hat hold

Call me forty below, cuz I spit it that cold

My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames

Homie I don’t play no games

I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame

So I don’t need to say no names

But I’mma put it like

Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck rhyme better?

Nobody!

Bank robber money bags, heavy on the way in

Going back to Cali then I’m shooting to the bay end

Show’s cold bangin', got the fans cold wilding

Moshpit, aw shit, nigga’s getting violent

Juxx break ground with that hardcore sound

Get the club shutdown, everybody letting off a round

It bees like that when you G’s like that

Get a Japanese skeez on her knees like that

Bootcamp, boot stamp all up in your back

Cop killer, hollow points all up in your hat

BK, NY, east coast murderer

Breakfast time smoking with the heat cold serving ya

Nerve of ya, fucking with a triple OG

I double up pay and get a triple OD

I get money fuck bitches, fuck bitches get money

Other than a dick, she know she ain’t getting shit from me

My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames

Homie I don’t play no games

I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame

So I don’t need to say no names

But I’mma put it like

Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck rhyme better?

Nobody!

Ain’t nobody iller than the killer from Crown Heights

Clowns try to copy but that shit don’t sound right

Shit don’t pound like fifteens in the trunk

Isaac Hayes with some Mitch Green in the skunk

What bitch?

I’m a pimp, you feel the backhand

Until you understand God is a black man

I’m from the crack lands, better yet dope slums

Where you never see a preacher or the pope come

Both done gone and left forever

My nigga’s death motivates me so we rep together

And it don’t stop popping

I have your head like Diddy when you hear me, Cuz it won’t stop bopping

Tick tock round the clock I’m clocking

Keep your bitch off my cock, she jocking

Why you think that ho' left her stockings?

Look, she at my door right now, still knocking

My nigga I ain’t got time to beef with these lames

Homie I don’t play no games

I said, niggas tryna hop on the back of my fame

So I don’t need to say no names

But I’mma put it like

Who the fuck rhyme better than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck flow hotter than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck go harder than Ruste Juxx?

Nobody!

Who the fuck rhyme better?

Nobody!