Don’t Mean Nuthin’ (Explicit)歌词-Sheek Louch

Don’t Mean Nuthin’ (Explicit)歌词由Sheek Louch演唱，出自专辑《Walk Witt Me (Explicit)》，下面是《Don’t Mean Nuthin’ (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Don’t Mean Nuthin’ (Explicit)歌词完整版

浣滄洸 : Edwards, English, Harris ...

Jadakiss:

Yeah Sheek:

Uh Huh, D

Block Jadakiss:

D Block, You with me

Louch? Sheek:

You know it my nigga

Jadakiss:

Yeah I know

Sheek: Yeah

Jadakiss:

You know why we do this right?

Sheek: Why's that dog?

Jadakiss:

Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime

Sheek: Walk wit us

Jadakiss:

Are we the best or what?

Sheek: Who the f**k else

Sheek Yo, we do nuthin', we are nuthin' (true)

I ain't pullin' my blade if

I won't scar nuthin'

I ain't pullin' my gun if

I won't shoot shit, that's useless (why would I do that)

I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless (you P***y nigga)

You could die nigga

I ain't droppin a tear,

I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my n***a (you ain't my nigga)

I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh)

I got a problem with you,

I'mma let the heat whistle

This is real shit, nigga

I peel s**t (tell em')

I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better)

I wanna kill niggaz (kill em)

You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and

I don't really feel niggaz (I don't feel y'all)

They say stop the viloence, but

I gotta join in it (I'm gonna join in it)

I'm in the hooptie with 3

Ki's a boy in it

This is pay day, f**k what they say (f**k em')

D Block, grab your handguns and

A-K's Chorus 2x:

Bang that s**t off, clap that kid up

Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up

Any block frontin', gon' wet that s**t up

It don't mean nuthin' to me!

J Hood: Yeah!

What up! D

Block! Verse 2

J Hood Yo yo, ayo, ayo yo

Yo its the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment

Hoodied up, stickin your grandfather for his retirement (what up!)

Talkin super hard when

I know that you bitch-made (faggot)

Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade

Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage (all that)

Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay

J Hood, D

Block, respect the name and the click (D Block!)

Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick

Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out

To make sure he don't survive, nigga,

I'm snubbin him out (bitch!)

Make you drink a bottle of

Chlorox, hit you with four shots

They can't determine the cause of your death in your autops'

You scared?

Don't come outside, the streets is serious (stay home)

My ribs touchin,

I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious

We could do it whenever, wherever, n***a set a date (what up!) remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (bitch!)

Chorus 2x

Jadakiss:

Uh huh, yeah, what, haha!

Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah

Verse 3 Jadakiss

Ayo, kill one of mine,

I'mma kill one of yours (that's right)

It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw (you know it)

Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more (more)

My man turned 14 shirts into a store (you got it!)

Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh)

The dead president d**e

Chris Tucker was f**kin' with

There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary (yeah)

Hammers and the

Hawks is on the itinorary (what)

Anywhere, any block, clap any iron (any iron)

And beat niggaz 'till you can't identify em'

D Block my n***a (uh huh)

To the niggaz on cure perscription and

Ki-lock my n***a (got ya)

What, it don't mean nuthin' (nuthin)

And you got the rights to bang a n***a wherever you want if he frontin' (yeah)

We done starved together and burned some scriller

Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla (doin' it again baby!)

Chorus 2x

Verse 4 Sheek

Uh, you want it with who? (huh?)

You can't be talkin' to

Louch or none of his crew (never)

We poppin' you quick (yeah)

Put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick (get off our dick)

White Air's and white

T's get filthy quick

And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick (haha)

Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers (nah)

Lifetime,

Sex In the

City ass niggaz (yeah)

Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz (uh)

Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz (yeah)

I'll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair

And smack the f**k out a boozie n***a like a bear (come here bitch)

Crime don't pay, who the f**k said that? (huh?)

How much you think

I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat?

Nigga act up,

I'll let it rip in his back (brattt!)

You know who it is from coast to coast (who)

Thug niggaz keep clappin' ya toast

What up!?

Chorus 2x