Bad Meets Evil - Nuttin' to Do lyrics

What? Uh the Bad! yeah
The Evil! The Bad, the Evil!
Put 'em together

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist
I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms
I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you
'cause I got nothing to do

I came in the diner with
Skateboarders and placed orders
Ate hors d'œuvres and hit the
Waiter with plate warmers
Let you inhale the Glock smell while
I'm ripping your wallet off
And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail
Burning your contracts
Punch your A&R in the face
Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts
I'm on some Suge shit if it's missing
I took it (Whoops) "Nurse, look at this
Straitjacket it's crooked"
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and
Have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
So how do you describe someone
With a decapitated head when the rest of his
Body's still alive running?

Coming with five gunmen
Waiting to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500, hide from it
For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds
Only about two thirds
I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit
You would swear it's raining slugs (What)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry
(Uh, huh) i got every thug on the block
That get a wind of me, defending me
You lack class and respect
Get a direct backblast
The Bad and Evil mad rap
I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up
You get hit, ten down and ten up (What)
I take it if you run your mouth
Then you wanna get sent up heat it up
You be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
Now we rivals 'cause of a small name or title
(What) you stepped
Got devoured and left with a flower and Bible
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist
I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms
I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you
'cause I got nothing to do
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist
I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms
I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you
'cause I got nothing to do

Forget a chorus
My metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (Yay)
And by the time you all catch on
I'mma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so
You have nothing to fall back on
I'll throw you off of ten floors (Ahhh)
Pull a fucking headache out of my head
And put it in yours (Take this)
I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep
In my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said
"It oughta happen
You swallow cum, bitch?" "No
But I brought a napkin"
Getting skully while I'm autographing
Got my daughter laughing 'cause I
Sent her mother whitewater rafting
I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr rogers blocked up my U haul
Screaming "You ain't moving here"
Lorena Bobbitt c'mere, want a souvenir?
I've been high as fuck
Since I was a juvi-neer
"Juvenile?" Same difference
I need some 'caine
'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke
Up to seven slain infants (Oh, my God)
Brain implants and they say
There's a slim chance
I won't stay the same 'cause I
Traded brains with a chimpanz' (Ohhh)

Walking in swamp water with an M-16
Out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces
(What) , you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break
You in eight places (What)
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, ice in my vein
Blowing your hand off
Dancing with the Devil leading
I won't die, I'm never leaving (What)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
Street niggas with nuts
What? My meat's bigger
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns
And cheap triggers with a death wish
Thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
Let the Tec lift, direct chest hit
Melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen
On tough soil (What)
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em
Put the heat to 'em
Be careful you might get what you ask for

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist
I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms
I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you
'cause I got nothing to do
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist
I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms
I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you
'cause I got nothing to do