Songtexte:
The Good China All Nothing

in the eye Cos they'd see me cry I was so scared Instead I ran behind the garden shed Dust off those cobwebs And got out of there It?s all nothing now

they all flew like the down of a thistle But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good-night!"

weaving, dodging the precint Hit I-95, blowing cigars on the Decon Even when I'm fucked up, you know the God'll be eating It's all good, my hood is like

t taking nothing for granted Mom's lasagna is so good I can't stand it! Mrs. Hill always greets me with a hug Now I see where Rudy got all his love That

a hundred a pop My people's making 15 cents a day at sweatshops To make them kicks so you can look good Think we open restaurants 'cause we cook good?

on the scale Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin She stunting

s a chinch to bag bitches now But I remember they was dissin when I was broke, I was good for nothing But now I'm good for nuttin down them bitche's throats

without dealing a mob Well so have I [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, come on, what's the deal? [Ghostface Killah] Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year

complete me baby, Don't you let, nothing come, between us. (hey ay, hey hey hey hey) Alcohol has been, my best friend. And I admit some tears, have passed my chin