Intro:
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Nowadays yo)
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Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
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Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas niggas nowadays yo
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Verse 1: Dray
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Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a motherfuckin bum
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Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none
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The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
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They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
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Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
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From robbin to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
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Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
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Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
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I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
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I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps
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I used to roll around my hat and all day
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lookin for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
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Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy
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Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey
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'86 and '87 was the year
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had the Gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat yeah
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Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
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See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
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The beats was always showin up at my rest
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askin "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
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The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
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I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out!
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I hit the South just like a bandit cos I was stranded
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Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
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I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
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I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough
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Chorus:
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Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)
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*repeat x2*
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Verse 2: Skoob
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Yo bust a move, peep the flav
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cos I'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
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Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
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a newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off Bushwick
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Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the *?vock?* and fifth
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Damn, fam got to shift
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from the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
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This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
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But now the crib a little bigger
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I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
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Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
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wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
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Mom's babysittin, Pop's on the hustle
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54 block was on lock, bust a knuckle
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Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
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Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffitti
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But I couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
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cos now I'm 'cross town in the Heights
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My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun
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Where sons run guns and blow slums with the dums
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And motherfuckers don't care
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I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
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You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
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Kept it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar
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but I got deceased with this behaviour-type flavor
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and do Moms a favour, go to school and get this fuckin paper
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So what's the caper cos now I'm all in
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at Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin
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Chorus:
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Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
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Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')
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Verse 3: Dray, Skoob
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It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of fights
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| I'm runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown H |
