Nothing To Do

[Intro: Lyndon LaRouche]
If you wish to destroy an area, how do you do it?
Well, there are two ways
You can go in there and bomb it
But that's not very efficient
What you do is that you try to get the people in that area to kill each other
And to destroy their own territory

[Bridge: Fred The Godson]
Uh Uh it's Nothing To Do
But I swear I'm not fronting on you
Look, when you getting money it's really Nothing To Do
But I swear I'm not fronting on you
Nah Look, I need something to do
Just don't make me do something to you
You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat
You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat
You know the Godson...

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
Murder he wrote I ain't feeling him
Burner in the coat that's a steel with him
Well it's cold outside, try chill with him
Ugh, I don't like nothing the punk say
Virgin word and it fucking up the Feng Shui
Kill a rhymer with just a liner
Flow smooth so pajamas in the Bahamas
Everything designer that's how I taught it
Get money off the books you can't get audit
Me and my father shopping it's fresh you know we bought it
Even my Paps fly I hope you caught it
Tell your wife Imma hit her, please
Fuck her with my dawgs her eyes pekingese
Dogs, notice I said pekingese
Who's as nice as me spitting? Please

[Hook: Fred the Godson]
Shit, it's Nothing To Do
I swear I'm not fronting on you
Look, when you getting money it's really Nothing To Do
But I swear I'm not fronting on you
Nah look, I need something to do
Just don't make me do something to you
You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat
You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat
You know the Godson...

[Verse 2: Bad Lucc]
Aw shit
The niggas from the other side
Jekyll and Hyde run for cover
Bad Lucc is a preview and nightmare in the Cathedral
Cali King pop over twenty niggas to see you
I'm top five of the streets
I took a train [?]
Python covered in kicks
Broadway to the bricks
I get loose on any strip
The fiends think I got knicks, nigga
I stack money like slaves
I could grow a rose if I'm pissing on graves
And speak with me at AA meetings I'm 1000 Proof
Diamond lane big ass homes and 1000 coupes
Sipping like a fountain
Ace on the floor like [?]
[?] and I'll bleed em'
Me and Fred The Godson we mistreat em'
Fake nigga real never need em'