Don't Mean Nuthin' Lyrics - Singles - Sheek Louch

Jadakiss: Yeah 

Sheek: Uh Huh, D Block 

Jadakiss: D Block, You with me Louch? 

Sheek: You know it my nigga 

Jadakiss: Yeah I know 

Sheek: Yeah 

Jadakiss: You know why we do this right? 

Sheek: Why's that dog? 

Jadakiss: Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime 

Sheek: Walk wit us 

Jadakiss: Are we the best or what? 

Sheek: Who the fuck else 

Sheek 

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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 niggaz (kill em) 

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

feel niggaz (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 

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Chorus 2x: 

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 2x 

Jadakiss: Uh huh, yeah, what, haha! Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah 

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 niggaz 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 niggaz 'till you can't identify em' 

D Block my nigga (uh huh) 

To the niggaz 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 2x 

Verse 4 

Sheek 

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 niggaz (yeah) 

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

Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz (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 niggaz keep clappin' ya toast 

What up!? 

Chorus 2x