No
DX Lyrics


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Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my fucking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Always safe keep a hundred in the drum
40 on my waist for these niggas acting dumb
Back on roads my pops showed me the ropes
He sent me in the kitchen now I know how to make dope
Off the porch
Way beyond the yard
When I got my sack I said finally got on
Then yawn been up seven days didn't even notice
Cause my niggas never changed
Came away's stayed down on the path
Pittsburgh and Atlanta is where I learned there's more than half
Dirty birds bout to take a bath pigeins in my couple
Sipping sizzerp out a glass
Club on smash they said guess who is next
They know I'm bout to blow so I know rarri's next
I got to flex that bitch gonna throw the neck
Diamonds always dancing like there stars up on my wrist
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my fucking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ok young nigga move that dope
Get more packs then back on road
They said that I would be shit
Back when I sold at the corner store
I'm back to the trap with mac lap
Good crack that I sold for the low
Feel the hate and the tension
Got wings cause I'm lifted
All I know is pour up a foe
Everyday with sack
Cause I prayed for the cash
I be damned if lose any dough
93 is all I blow
It's like a diesese
Mad max with the piece
I'm a shoota and you already know
As god is my witness
I need no assistance
I came in with nothing
Upgaded to Benz
Cause down in those trenches
I learned how to count it and
learned to remix it
And How much i'm counting is no of your business
Put Middle fingers to the cops
Fuck bitches then boot her out the spot
It nothing to get work in a drought
It's Hercules got perkie beans
I cut the bricks like surgery
Cause a young a nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my fucking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my fucking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when the
Ain't no fun when the




Bastard got the gun
Ain't no fun when the bastard got the gun

Overall Meaning

The song "No" by DX is a trap track that talks about the struggles of a young man who is trying to make it in the world of drugs and illegal dealings. The chorus portrays a man who is in control and has everything he needs to keep moving forward. The first verse shows how he is always on the move, running to the bank or running away from trouble. He also keeps a hundred in the drum and a 40 on his waist, always ready to defend himself. He learned all of these things from his father, who taught him the ropes of the trade.


The second verse takes a more personal approach, discussing his journey from the corner store to the trap. He talks about how he faced hate and tension and the struggles of getting work during a drought. However, he perseveres and eventually upgrades from nothing to a Benz. The verse also states that he does not need anyone's help to succeed and that he keeps his finances private. The chorus repeats, emphasizing his power and control over his life.


Line by Line Meaning

Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Things aren't enjoyable when someone has a gun


Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Money is not a problem as there are a lot of checks available


Count up so much I almost broke my fucking thumbs
Counting money has been done so much that the thumb is getting sore


Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Going to the bank is like playing the game Temple Run due to the hurry to get there


Always safe keep a hundred in the drum
To stay secure, the person keeps a hundred dollars in the drum


40 on my waist for these niggas acting dumb
Carrying a weapon for protection against foolish people


Back on roads my pops showed me the ropes
His father taught him the things he needed to know about the streets


He sent me in the kitchen now I know how to make dope
He taught him how to cook drugs so that he could make money


Off the porch
Leaving home for the first time


Way beyond the yard
Venturing far from home


When I got my sack I said finally got on
When he got his drugs, he finally started making money


Then yawn been up seven days didn't even notice
Been awake for so long that he didn't realize how much time had passed


Cause my niggas never changed
His friends stayed loyal, haven't changed


Came away's stayed down on the path
They have been faithful and stayed true to their path


Pittsburgh and Atlanta is where I learned there's more than half
He learned in different cities that there's more to life than just making money


Dirty birds bout to take a bath pigeins in my couple
Getting rid of competition so they can have more business


Sipping sizzerp out a glass
Drinking cough syrup with soda for recreational purposes


Club on smash they said guess who is next
They were anticipating who was going to perform next at the club


They know I'm bout to blow so I know rarri's next
He's about to become successful and he knows the next car he's going to buy


I got to flex that bitch gonna throw the neck
He needs to show off his successful lifestyle because people will admire him


Diamonds always dancing like there stars up on my wrist
The diamonds on his wrist sparkle brightly and catch people's attention


Ok young nigga move that dope
He's telling himself to deal drugs to make money


Get more packs then back on road
He needs to buy more drugs and get back to selling them quickly


They said that I would be shit
People didn't think he would be anything in life


Back when I sold at the corner store
He used to deal drugs in public places such as corners of streets


I'm back to the trap with mac lap
He's going back to dealing drugs with his computer


Good crack that I sold for the low
He's calling his drugs good and being sold cheaply


Feel the hate and the tension
Someone in his industry is targeting him with negativity and aggression


Got wings cause I'm lifted
He's feeling great due to drug usage


All I know is pour up a foe
Drinking lean is an everyday habit, and he has it available for him


Everyday with sack
Every day he has drugs for sale


Cause I prayed for the cash
He prays to get more money


I be damned if lose any dough
He'll be very disappointed if he loses any money


93 is all I blow
He smokes weed from a certain area code


It's like a diesese
His weed addiction is seen like a disease


Mad max with the piece
Like Mad Max with his gun, he's always ready to protect himself


I'm a shoota and you already know
People know he's willing to use his gun if necessary


As god is my witness
He's swearing to God what he's saying is true


I need no assistance
He doesn't need help from anyone


I came in with nothing
He started with nothing and now he has success


Upgaded to Benz
He upgraded his car to a Mercedes-Benz from a cheaper car


Cause down in those trenches
When he was broke and deep in the drug game


I learned how to count it and learned to remix it
He learned how to make money and reinvest it


And How much i'm counting is no of your business
It's none of anyone's business how much money he's making


Put Middle fingers to the cops
Flipping the bird to the police as a form of rebellion


Fuck bitches then boot her out the spot
Have sex with women and then kick them out afterwards


It nothing to get work in a drought
It's easy to keep finding drugs to sell, even when there's a shortage


It's Hercules got perkie beans
Feeling strong like the mythical character Hercules because of drugs


I cut the bricks like surgery
Cutting drugs carefully and precisely like performing surgery


This young nigga move that dope
Talking about himself, making and selling drugs


Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Things aren't enjoyable when someone has a gun




Lyrics © DistroKid, TUNECORE INC
Written by: Marco fabain, Michael Wilson-Jones Jr

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Russell Heaton

Triple H is that one friend from the group who got a real job and has to behave himself

harry lewis

Triple H is the best

Thomas

Kind of like that in real life too. Apparently he was the only guy in the Kliq who didn't do recreational drugs or drink excessively. I'm sure if he lived the Scott Hall lifestyle no way Vince would have let him within 100-feet of his daughter.

Meng

Their all millionaires! 😆

Michael Renwick

I think Hunter was ready for retirement even before his health scare forced him in to retiring. He’s done it all in the ring and won every championship and beaten and fought legends. Know even tho he’s retire from the ring he has the opportunity to mould and one day create the wrestler who will be as dominant as the game was

XZAVIER-DAA-GOD

@Thomas well he did the roids but that's about it

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Kory Tallman

25 Years later and their still up to their usual jokes. DX never gets old.

Austin Dickerson

But we do not speak of the infamous segment where they would come out to mock Nation of Domination. Even X-Pac said he hated doing that sketch.

Mಠ_ಠ

@Austin Dickerson 😭

Nation of domination

@Austin Dickerson I had no problem with that segment tbh it was a great moment

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