Count for Nothing
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⏱️ 3:36 duration
🆔 ID: 28185628
📜 Lyrics
"Count For Nothing"
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.78] "Count For Nothing"
[00:03.89] {"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
[00:06.30] Y'all been frontin
[00:08.53] Without a ounce of thuggin
[00:10.06] You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[00:13.96] I'm the king of the backpackers
[00:15.79] This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
[00:18.42] It's biometric how I wet ya
[00:19.98] My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
[00:22.78] BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
[00:25.76] In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
[00:28.53] Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
[00:30.93] Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
[00:34.44] I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
[00:36.87] You could name whoever you want
[00:38.36] Wayne... Yay... Jay
[00:41.39] Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
[00:44.68] I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
[00:46.63] You take me serious then I might trip
[00:49.76] About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
[00:51.80] Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
[00:55.27] I'm the right-on truth
[00:56.58] And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
[00:59.11] Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
[01:02.47] Slaughterhouse!
[01:05.70] {"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
[01:08.35] Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
[01:10.55] Without a ounce of thuggin
[01:12.05] You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[01:14.67] Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
[01:18.37] Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
[01:19.94] (Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
[01:22.37] Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
[01:26.27] (Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
[01:28.28] somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
[01:30.53] I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
[01:33.13] I know every point what I count like a Q&A
[01:36.28] It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
[01:38.26] Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
[01:41.32] I'm seein clear like a MyBot
[01:42.87] I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
[01:46.42] I spit fire like Izod, why not
[01:48.56] Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
[01:51.30] And y'all cryin like babies over the net
[01:54.17] I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
[01:57.13] I call, "You and Em need to get together
[01:59.16] Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
[02:02.26] If I die I'ma leave heat
[02:04.01] I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
[02:07.59] Don't try to ban the drummer
[02:08.93] He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
[02:11.92] (Ahh) I put the gun to lames
[02:29.47] Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
[02:32.92] Five shots on my block
[02:34.23] is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
[02:38.04] With both eyes I see you got no sides
[02:39.93] Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
[02:43.69] ... All you stand
[02:44.79] Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
[02:48.79] ... I get away with murder
[02:50.96] That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
[02:54.06] I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
[02:55.93] They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
[02:59.14] I said
[03:27.24]
[00:03.89] {"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
[00:06.30] Y'all been frontin
[00:08.53] Without a ounce of thuggin
[00:10.06] You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[00:13.96] I'm the king of the backpackers
[00:15.79] This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
[00:18.42] It's biometric how I wet ya
[00:19.98] My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
[00:22.78] BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
[00:25.76] In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
[00:28.53] Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
[00:30.93] Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
[00:34.44] I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
[00:36.87] You could name whoever you want
[00:38.36] Wayne... Yay... Jay
[00:41.39] Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
[00:44.68] I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
[00:46.63] You take me serious then I might trip
[00:49.76] About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
[00:51.80] Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
[00:55.27] I'm the right-on truth
[00:56.58] And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
[00:59.11] Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
[01:02.47] Slaughterhouse!
[01:05.70] {"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
[01:08.35] Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
[01:10.55] Without a ounce of thuggin
[01:12.05] You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[01:14.67] Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
[01:18.37] Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
[01:19.94] (Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
[01:22.37] Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
[01:26.27] (Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
[01:28.28] somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
[01:30.53] I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
[01:33.13] I know every point what I count like a Q&A
[01:36.28] It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
[01:38.26] Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
[01:41.32] I'm seein clear like a MyBot
[01:42.87] I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
[01:46.42] I spit fire like Izod, why not
[01:48.56] Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
[01:51.30] And y'all cryin like babies over the net
[01:54.17] I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
[01:57.13] I call, "You and Em need to get together
[01:59.16] Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
[02:02.26] If I die I'ma leave heat
[02:04.01] I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
[02:07.59] Don't try to ban the drummer
[02:08.93] He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
[02:11.92] (Ahh) I put the gun to lames
[02:29.47] Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
[02:32.92] Five shots on my block
[02:34.23] is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
[02:38.04] With both eyes I see you got no sides
[02:39.93] Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
[02:43.69] ... All you stand
[02:44.79] Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
[02:48.79] ... I get away with murder
[02:50.96] That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
[02:54.06] I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
[02:55.93] They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
[02:59.14] I said
[03:27.24]