| You know what’s poppin'
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| (Ain't nuttin changed)
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| You know what’s on
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| (When I come to the hood)
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| It’s like woooo-aaahhh!
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| Ain’t nuttin' changed 'Po whatchu gonna do man?
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| We still gettin' money, bitches still actin' funny
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| They wanna hold somethin, can’t get shit from me
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| I’m back on the block, passin' the rock
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| Got my young squad, you don’t want 'em bastards to pop
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| Rhyme veteran ready to get it in
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| Way before fif I was hated by many men
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| When I come to the hood, you know I’m creepin'
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| Leave you leakin', missiles heat seekin'
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| Nuttin' to talk about, fo' pound in your mouth
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| New York in the house, I dare you to walk it out
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| Straight menace, fight to the finish
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| Niggas get demolished, diminished I mean business
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| Millionaire rappers still wanna envy me
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| They wish they was mini-me, I’m sick on any beat
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| Niggas need those
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| I’m on a hill, where all the fiends go
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| Big bottle of yack, the big gat
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| Niggas fall back, I got the biggest crap
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| And when it’s time to go, I go hard
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| Fuck the police they got a job, I got a job
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| Ain’t nuttin' changed, except the weather
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| Except the chedda, except a nigga got betta
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| After all these years and all these beers
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| I got niggas still running in fear, why?
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| I ain’t killin' nuttin', I ain’t lettin' nuttin' die
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| Niggas know the repercussions if they fucking try
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| Shine up, stand up and a puffy eye
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| Besides that? |
| Blaq Poet, a lovely guy
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| Run around have fun in the hood
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| Get love from my thuns when I come in the hood
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| Ain’t nuttin' changed
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| Niggas still pumping the rain
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| Things still come from the train
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| Still gotta tell them mothafuckas no change
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| Niggas still on the block, holdin' em thangs
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| Some disappeared like motherfucking Blaine
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| Some got hang, some comin' home, some in the zone
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| They all can’t wait 'til I tell 'em that it’s on
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| Blaq Poet army across New York
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| Ya’ll niggas don’t even talk, You done prim with a fork
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| Screwball disciples get at you
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| Niggas don’t like you, baseball bat you
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| Or sit up on a roof, and snipe you
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| Miles away, 50 cal rifle
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| A real gangsta is good in any hood
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| A real goon comin' soon to your hood |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Nuttin Changed , by - Blaq Poet. Song from the album The Blaqprint: The Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп