Ain’t Nuttin Changed Songtext
von Blaq Poet

Ain’t Nuttin Changed Songtext

(*Prod. by DJ Premier)
[Hook: (2x)]
[Akon Samples: "Blaq Poet"]
(When I come to the hood)
"You know what's poppin'"
(Ain't nuttin changed)
"You know what's on"
(When I come to the hood)
"It's like woooo-aaahhh! "
Ain't nuttin' changed 'Po whatchu gonna do man?
[Verse 1:]
"We still gettin' money
Bitches still actin' funny
They wanna hold some
Can't get shit from me
I'm back on the block
Passin' the rock
Got my young squad
You don't want 'em [? ] the [? ]
Rhyme veteran ready to get it in
Way before fifth I was hated by many men
When I come to the hoodddd
You know I'm creepin'
Leave you leakin'
Missiles heat seekin'
Nuttin' to talk about
Fo' pound in your mouth
New-York in the house
I dare you to walk it out
Straight [? ]
Fight till' the finish
Niggaz get the [? ]
[? ] that mean [? ]
Millionaire rappers still wanna envy me
They wish they was mini-me
I'm sick on any beat"
[Hook: (2x)]
(When I come to the hood)
"You know what's poppin'"
(Ain't nuttin changed)
"You know what's on"
(When I come to the hood)
[Verse 2:]
Niggaz need those
I'm on a hill, where all the fiends go
Big bottle of yack, the big gat
Niggaz fall back, I got the biggest crap
And when it's time to go, I go hard
Fuck the police they got a job, I got a job
Ain't nuttin' changed, except the weather
Except the [? ], except the nigga got better
After all these years and all these [? ]
I got niggaz still running in fear, why?
I ain't killin' nuttin', I ain't lettin' nuttin' die,
Niggaz know the repercussions if they fucking try
Shine up, stand up and a puff to ya
Besides that? Blaq Poet, a lovely guy
Run around have fun in the hood
Get love from my [? ] when I come in the hood
[Hook: (2x)]
(When I come to the hood)
"You know what's poppin'"
(Ain't nuttin changed)
"You know what's on"
(When I come to the hood)
[Verse 3:]
Ain't nuttin' changed, niggaz still pop in the rain
Things still come from the train
Still got a [? ] motherfuckers no change
Niggaz still on the block
Holdin' em thangs
Some disappeared like motherfucking Blaine
Some got hang, some comin' home
Some in the zone,
They all can't wait till' I tell 'em that a song
Blaq Poet army across New-York
Ya'll niggaz don't even talk [? ] where the fuck
Screwball disciples get at you,
Niggaz don't like you, BASEBALL BAT YOU
Or sit up on a roof, and snipe you,
Miles away, 50 cal rifle
A real gangsta is good in any hood
A real goon comin' soon to your hood
[Hook: (2x)]
(When I come to the hood)
"You know what's poppin'"
(Ain't nuttin changed)
"You know what's on"
(When I come to the hood)

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