Hold It Down

Intro:

*alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out

Verse 1: skoob

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...now i'm the maniac with the flow (what?) ????
Til i knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the clique (what?)
Ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6
Your shit be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's like i just took a laxative
Now niggas know i gives a fuck about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and atlantis, i kicks a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the planet
Like this, boy!

Hook:

*alright* (x8)

Verse 2: dray

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
Nigga krazy drayzie representin das efx
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the nicest but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, i kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're fuckin sessin me
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos justa me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin like i'm eli
With houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

Chorus (x14)

Verse 3: dray, skoob

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em runnin fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not i stop it
I make it by the bucket so fuck it, i stock it
It's just for safe keepin so when i'm sleepin i sleep safe
I'm comin with my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
Back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way i wreck
Fuckin flow to final, motherfuck the title
My nigga dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come again

The books in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, i'm iggity on the case i persuit
To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like luke doover
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? never son, i hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas fuck around and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, i got you buggin, flippin that shit that you lovin
Plus i got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed nigga on fox
(so how we do?) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what you
Got?)
More styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight
Cos e'rything gon' be aight! (no doubt)

Chorus to fade

(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*) (x8)

(skoob)

Well it's the boogie banger at your service (service), my crew got niggas
Nervous (nervous)
Son the word is we on some rule the shit like *?kervis?* (i rule the world)
Blow, yo i get dough, la rockafella, nigga please
I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella
I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit
I'ma hold it down and take a puff of this
Greenery, keep the scenery, didn't seem to be in order for thee
Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga
A second wasted is a dollar lost
Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by molitor
So pmd, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin
Pick up the steel and hold it down for strong island

(pmd)

It's pmd up in the sector, i wreck the microphonin
I'm quick to pull a tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin
Kid i'm zonin, it's on and i'm back up on the block
(aiyo, we represent the sewer!) son, i represent the dock (dock)
Puls i knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly
Kid i'm strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me
Yo scratch hit me so i can do my thing and blow the spot

(dray)

It's that nigga krayzie drayzie come to show you what i got
Check the clock if you don't know the fuckin timin
Well i'm rhymin, i'm shinin like a motherfuckin diamond
Kill the whinin cos i'm in effect like this
(yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss
The hit squad, ya shit's harder every year
It's diggity das efx and pmd to make it clear, yeah
(what?) ya catch a bullet in ya gut
And if you try to run you catch another one to your butt
Hut one two, hut three
We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see g
Uhh, what???

(*here comes the hit squad, i got some bad news*)
*repeat to fade*

Intro/chorus:

Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

Verse 1: dray, skoob

Yo
Well if the honeys think i'm stuck up, i tell em "shut the fuck up"
And you can get'cha man, i bet a grand he gettin broke up
So whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly
Really? we're on the road again just like willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls

Diggity good heavens, it all started in the projects like the evans
But fuck the good times, we packin weapons
Want the fortune and the fame kid, you know the name kid, style reign
Puttin mc's thru style change
And if you want me then you got to come get me
I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50-
1, two rum shots chased precise
Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice
Thinkin i might beat the hurt, i'm not him
And i'ma get paid and fool like rakim

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: dray, skoob

Well here i come, word, yo this be my third release
I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
To the crews payin dues in the background
How my rap sound? yo boogie banger bring it back now

Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out
I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out
Actin fly, jack passed me by
Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye

No lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle
Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle
Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack
Backs before i put a whoopin on that ass

Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well
Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell
Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it
We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick
Admit it, i'm right to rough so tighten up
I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what?

Chorus (x4)

To all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
To all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same

*shout outs*

Intro/chorus:

No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - do we bring it real e'rytime?
No diggedy - can i kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy - das efx we rip it e'rytime
*repeat*

Verse 1: dray, books

Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
Check the rapture that i miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (no doubt)
We roll like michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
Flowin steadily, yo boogie banger rizzy ready g?

I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock wally tails
Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and i tell ya one thing
Diggity das efx we run things, hunting
Down hardcore clowns and love singers
And i got more styles than brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, mc's wanna stiggity stress me
Tickity talkin more trash than a hefty
Heaven-to-betsy when dray spark the sess, we left
You faggot mc's marked for death

Chorus

Verse 2: dray, books

I line up rappers then i drop em like they're dominos (no diggedy!)
And naybody from their poppa to their momma knows (no diggedy!)
We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
Phiggity-phone and then it's on because i'm just the type-uh
And ain't no diggedy, i flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to pmd, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black benz 500

I riggity rap like saram from here to pakistan
Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the *?backra?* or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
B-k-l-y-n we no joke!

Chorus

Verse 3: dray, books

Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
Diggy das efx you know the text we never slackin
We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin

Niggas be actin shady!!!!
So i got eyes behind my back and i biggity black the 80
Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
Beg your pardon but mc's is a pain like ????
Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
My sound is strictly hardcore underground

Chorus x1 1/2

Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy das nigga, diggy das what what??
Yeah what?

Intro/chorus:

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: dray, skoob

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're genesis
Now what the hell is this i heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, i got more rhymes than run got adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The boogie banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the boogie bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
"nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Chorus

Verse 2: skoob, dray

*?miggity mog?* it's the prince of darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when i come thru they be like "oooh look, the man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook japan

Well all i need is my 40, some buda and my timbs
My biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time i watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of vodka, i rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when i'm spillin it i'm fillin it, check how i'm killin it

Chorus

Verse 3: dray, skoob

But a'time i write a rhyme i takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo i got ta....

Chorus (x2)

Outro: dray

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga mo bee wit the real hip-hop
(got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity das efx wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga pmd wit the real hip-hop (hit squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga dj scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

Intro:

Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh
Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha
Skunk hash in the house
Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin
Sess sess on the sack, uhh uhh

Verse 1:

Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother like
Cherries
Niggas wanna follow but they know my style varies
I smoke like a fire and i drink like a fish
I be the rapper junkie gettin funky, never miss a diss (boy)
Now is it just me or is it you too?
But all i wanna do is spark a blunt and drink some fuckin brew (me too
Nigga)
The weed smoker, mc provoker
No joker, my style be doper cos it fat like oprah
Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon
Timberland boots'll keep my fuckin jeans saggin
Pour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we missin
It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissin
This ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go (c'mon)
We're only smokin phillies, white owls or optimols
We've got the flows that are better with every letter
I keep it wetter, niggas better get they shit together
To raise the lever cos we're never goin out
So if you didn't know when, nigga this what we about (boy)
We about uhh

Chorus:

A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know, you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo)
A 40 and a blunt (you know my stee, you know my steelo)
*repeat*

Verse 2:

Ashes to ashes and blunt to blunt
See i fill em with thai or i fill em with skunk (punk)
I keeps it on lock but son i gots to come correct (what?)
The shit that i be smokin get'cha open like a tek
Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise
And i smoke so much boom that i should win a fuckin heisman and wise like
The wise
I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo)
Sick of niggas askin "yo what up with k solo?"
Well i'ma fuckin bastard when it comes to gettin blasted
If it's the hashish then fuck that ole two-in-passion
Cos oh my god, i hog the blunt like a boss
Baby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me source
Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws
When it's down to the spit like tela rocks and it's yours
Just take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your slits
So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips
Nigga cos i crack you up like the riddler (word up)
Plus i come to get higher than hitler
Lay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape stretchin
From a section to niggas on lock in state correction
So when i'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo)
If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thru
How we do

Chorus to fade

(the way it's goin down in the underground)
*repeat*

Chorus (x3):

We just be knockin niggaz off, knockin niggaz out

Verse 1: dray, skoob

Well let me get busy on the track one time, who's this?
It's diggity das efx and, yo, you know we never miss (never miss uh)
Cos son you know i get mine a day
I don't play so hey, check the shit i say (dray)
I'm comin thru with the flow and, yo, my nigga boogie banger
Flipped from here all the way to alabama
And, yo, you know i gots to get nice, precise
And plus i get the slice from dice
So boogie banger,and i know you got my back
React, cos on the track you never come wack

Yo the boogie banger bringin danger to the rap game (no doubt)
I kick a rhyme and rip the spine out'cha back frame
Yeah, i'm at the peak of my career
And wacked niggaz ain't got a motherfuckin prayer
I swear this day must be my lucky (why?)
Cos niggaz wants ta be me and bitches wanna fuck me

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: skoob

Sufferin suckertash, another smash is in the makers, niggaz hatin
My stiggity styles, they bringin home the bacon
It's the east coast niggaz, we roast niggaz like whatevers
My place or your place, noplace to levers
Hot 'n' tated, i ain't afraid of you
Mc's who wanna test me, so let's see what you made've
Put ya batter up and you'll get your batter shot
No matter what season, i'm comin thru, ha
Chop-fullin nut-swingin the funk worker
I quick to flip a mic just like a wave can flip a surfer
I'm first to rope a dragon, and the oki-choki style be a forgotta
For nutta, when i heat up the flow i spit lava
Packin 'istol that cream your army like some ??? crystal
Wipin out mc's like i had the fuckin swiffle
It's too tragic, fat like blue magic, you faggot
I bring your whole fuckin crew saggy

Chorus (x4)

Verse 3: dray

Yah, uh, yo
Well um, here i come so do me if you can
But i'ma end this shit like pmd did mc sham (yeah yeah nigga)
I keep it goin, son you know i never stop
We hold it down the block and got the real hip-hop
Now cock your glock and money bust a few
The crew - it's diggity das efx i though you knew

Chorus (x6)

(the way it's goin down in the underground)
(the underground)

Yo it's the slick fuckin trick-tight nigga from the heights again
I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?micalin?*
So i pretend to be somethin that you ain't
You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust, i'll do ya somethin sick
I'm bad to the bone, gnaws at the gristle
Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck mr whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl i might tickle (c'mon)
I drink gold e like fred d drank the ripple
Word to god, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis
That shit got to go, i cock back, shot the flow pow!
Caught, now hook em to the respirator drip
The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator
Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light
At the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit

Chorus:

Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dumped
Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go
*repeat x3*

Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in my territory (word up)
You think ya clever son but you're never son
Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like edison
I think ya better run cos i'm comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when i catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When i blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I kicks the mad shit, i come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo i guess by now ya know, so

Chorus

Well now i got you niggas stumblin, i see you fumblin, kill the mumblin
Cos when i'm on the track i'm never wacked when i be rumblin
Like dis, like dat, i'm fatter than the fattest
Niggas wish they had this, they know my style's the fuckin baddest
You got the saddest but yo you're just a pussy
My fuckin girl'll make you do the wa-toosie
You need protection when in my section
With the injection, the number one in my fuckin collection
I blast off like a rocket, so don't knock it
Til you try it, i come deep like a riot
Ya can't deny it, i keep it on lock
A 40 and a blunt motherfucker and you don't stop
I'm on the scene with the nicotine puffer
I gut ya clean and make ya fuckin spleen rupture
Nice with the ways is the dazed axe nigga
I know a lotta rap figures and pushin-crack niggas
Perhaps wacked niggas need to play the back step
I got styles with days but styles ain't even hatch-ed
I'm super fly hatin but never violatin
We use to smoke a pound a week but now we're gettin higher lately
Rhyme-sayers need prayers cos sniper's gettin hot
When you make the sign of the cross, x marks the spot
Ill clips to my ribs with my niggas to the side
3-80 stash in the 3-25
Oops i'm at the eight now, bees think i push
More rock than mr slay, i'm fat like ricki lake

Chorus

Here we go
Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, axe how we go

Here we go
Here we go, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, axe how we go

Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dough
That's how it is yo, that's how we go

Here we giddo, time to get diddo
That's how it is yo, act like we kniddow
Word up

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'