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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'

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