| Jadakiss: Yeah
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| Sheek: Uh Huh, D Block
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| Jadakiss: D Block, You with me Louch?
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| Sheek: You know it my nigga
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| Jadakiss: Yeah I know
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| Sheek: Yeah
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| Jadakiss: You know why we do this right?
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| Sheek: Why’s that dog?
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| Jadakiss: Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime
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| Sheek: Walk wit us Jadakiss: Are we the best or what?
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| Sheek: Who the fuck else
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| Sheek
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| Yo, we do nuthin', we are nuthin'(true)
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| I ain’t pullin’my blade if I won’t scar nuthin'
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| I ain’t pullin’my gun if I won’t shoot shit, that’s useless (why would I do that)
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| I’ll kill ya whole family, that’s ruthless (you pussy nigga)
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| You could die nigga
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| I ain’t droppin a tear, I ain’t thinkin twice nigga, you ain’t my nigga
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| (you ain’t my nigga)
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| I don’t smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh)
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| I got a problem with you, I’mma let the heat whistle
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| This is real shit, nigga I peel shit (tell em')
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| I’m harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better)
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| I wanna kill niggaz (kill em)
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| You think it’s part of the verse, it’s part of the curse, and I don’t really
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| feel niggaz (I don’t feel y’all)
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| They say stop the viloence, but I gotta join in it (I'm gonna join in it)
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| I’m in the hooptie with 3 Ki’s a boy in it This is pay day, fuck what they say (fuck em')
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| D Block, grab your handguns and A-K's
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| Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don’t let him get up Any block frontin', gon’wet that shit up It don’t mean nuthin’to me!
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| J Hood: Yeah! |
| What up! |
| D Block!
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| J Hood
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| Yo yo, ayo, ayo yo Yo its the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment
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| Hoodied up, stickin your grandfather for his retirement (what up!)
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| Talkin super hard when I know that you bitch-made (faggot)
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| Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade
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| Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage (all that)
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| Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay
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| J Hood, D Block, respect the name and the click (D Block!)
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| Whoever ain’t feelin’this song could suck my dick
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| Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
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| To make sure he don’t survive, nigga, I’m snubbin him out (bitch!)
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| Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots
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| They can’t determine the cause of your death in your autops'
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| You scared? |
| Don’t come outside, the streets is serious (stay home)
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| My ribs touchin, I’m starvin', trigger happy, and furious
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| We could do it whenever, wherever, nigga set a date (what up!)
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| remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (bitch!)
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| Jadakiss: Uh huh, yeah, what, haha! |
| Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah
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| Jadakiss
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| Ayo, kill one of mine, I’mma kill one of yours (that's right)
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| It ain’t bitin’for base, but they still want it raw (you know it)
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| Y’all niggaz think y’all do dirt, we do it more (more)
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| My man turned 14 shirts into a store (you got it!)
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| Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh)
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| The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin’with
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| There’s 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary (yeah)
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| Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinorary (what)
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| Anywhere, any block, clap any iron (any iron)
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| And beat niggaz 'till you can’t identify em'
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| D Block my nigga (uh huh)
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| To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga (got ya)
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| What, it don’t mean nuthin'(nuthin)
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| And you got the rights to bang a nigga wherever you want if he frontin'(yeah)
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| We done starved together and burned some scriller
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| Now we doin’it again, it’s your turn gorilla (doin'it again baby!)
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| Sheek
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| Uh, you want it with who? |
| (huh?)
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| You can’t be talkin’to Louch or none of his crew (never)
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| We poppin’you quick (yeah)
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| Put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick (get off our dick)
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| White Air’s and white T’s get filthy quick
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| And we ain’t caughin’or sneezin', but the camp is sick (haha)
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| Uh, stop frontin', y’all don’t wanna pull triggers (nah)
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| Lifetime, Sex In the City ass niggaz (yeah)
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| Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz (uh)
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| Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz (yeah)
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| I’ll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair
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| And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear (come here bitch)
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| Crime don’t pay, who the fuck said that? |
| (huh?)
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| How much you think I’m gettin’for his chain, where my gat?
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| Nigga act up, I’ll let it rip in his back (brattt!)
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| You know who it is from coast to coast (who)
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| Thug niggaz keep clappin’ya toast
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| What up?! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Mean Nuthin', artist - Sheek Louch. Album song Walk Witt Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп