Artist: U-God Album: Bring Back God: The Pre-Seeds to Dopium Song: Nuthin' Typed by: Cno Evil [U-God] Baby dog, I rip shows, put supper on the table Hundred more, horsepower jumper cable Let's touch tables, or champagne glasses Let's toast to the business, rip those classics I laid my rap down, take, big steps now As good as it gets, I'm just getting dressed I like my shit folded, air dried & pressed Let's take it to the depths of the animal's conscience Every line that I quote, is killing this nonsense At the hip hop conference, balling hard And the Wu guillotine is my calling card I invite all of ya'll, to pick a rhyme Go 'head, dodge the bullets, in the nick of time And I kick the rhymes, that move through the air Get your feet moving like it's Union Square While you standing there, fronting like you jamming me up Pockets low and your plans is stuffed Think you man enough, just to stand on your own two Kiss ass follower, something that I won't do I'm on point, two drive by shooters Run with the starters, rioters and looters Meditate to Buddhist Priest, all you snitch ass Bitch niggas, done ruined the streets Keep doing this with each, the roof is rocking I don't give a fuck, cuz the neighbors is knocking