Don't Mean Nuthin'

[Intro: Styles P & Sheek Louch]

Yeah

Uh Huh, D Block

D Block, You with me Louch?

You know it my nigga

Yeah I know

Yeah

You know why we do this right?

Why's that dog?

Make these niggas feel us all the time, everytime

Walk wit us

Are we the best or what?

Who the fuck else

[Verse 1: Styles P]

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 pussy nigga)

You could die nigga

I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga

(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 shit (tell em')

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

I wanna kill niggas (kill em)

You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and I don't really

Feel niggas (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, fuck what they say (fuck em')

D Block, grab your handguns and A-K's

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

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!

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, nigga set a date (what up!)

Remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (bitch!)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

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!

[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 niggas 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 dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' 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 niggas 'till you can't identify em'

D Block my nigga (uh huh)

To the niggas on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga (got ya)

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

And you got the rights to bang a nigga 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: Sheek Louch]

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!

[Verse 4: Sheek Louch]

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 niggas (yeah)

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

Put big scars on the pretty ass niggas (yeah)

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

And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear (come here bitch)

Crime don't pay, who the fuck 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 niggas keep clappin' ya toast

What up!?

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

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!