Can't Have Nuttin' Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

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 

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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 

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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'