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    Intro:

    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nowadays yo)
    Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
    Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas niggas nowadays yo

    Verse 1: dray

    Well yo, they used to say that dray was a motherfuckin bum
    Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none
    The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
    They used to call me petey wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
    Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
    From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
    Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
    Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
    I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
    I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps
    I used to roll around my hat and all day
    Lookin for a prey that we could rob on broadway
    Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy
    Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to jersey
    '86 and '87 was the year
    Had the gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah
    Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
    See yeah saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
    The beats was always showin up at my rest
    Askin "does a certain drayzie live at this address? yes? "
    The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
    I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!
    I hit the south just like a bandit cos I was stranded
    Virginia state in '88, you know that's where I landed
    I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
    I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

    Chorus:

    Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin (nowadays yo)
    *repeat x2*

    Verse 2: skoob

    Yo bust a move, peep the flav
    Cos i'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
    Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
    A newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off bushwick
    Bless the days, pops shot to get forth the *? vock? * and fifth
    Damn, fam got to shift
    From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
    This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
    But now the crib a little bigger
    I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
    Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
    Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
    Mom's babysittin, pop's on the hustle
    54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle
    Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
    Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti
    But I couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
    Cos now I'm 'cross town in the heights
    My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun
    Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums
    And motherfuckers don't care
    I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
    You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
    Kept it fresh, double-parked in the caesar
    But I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor
    And do moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper
    So what's the caper cos now I'm all in
    At virginia state, now let the bullshit begin

    Chorus:

    Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
    Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')

    Verse 3: dray, skoob

    It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of fights
    I'm runnin with this nigga named books from crown heights
    Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up
    We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up

    Well nigga so what? you fucked the holdup and went whatevers
    Then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together
    Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function
    Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin

    We're goin huntin, virginia didn't have shit for us
    That's why we broke out with dice and blitzed into blue chorus
    Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
    The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin

    But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram
    (aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)
    And yo, something got ta happen or i'ma get tha pappin
    We got tha blueprints to this new style of rappin

    Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot
    Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?
    If pmd is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew
    Makin all that money on that business as usual

    (tip tip tip) tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin
    They hit us with the digits to the cribs in long island
    So, we packed the henny and my men we got swayz
    And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays

    Chorus:

    Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
    Word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    (yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
    Nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    (well now they got me rockin on the microphone)
    (niggas just can't have nuttin')
    Niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)
    Nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'

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