Don't Mean Nuthin' Lyrics
| Song | Don't Mean Nuthin' |
| Artist | Sheek Louch |
| Album | Walk Witt Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Edwards, English, Harris ... | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah Sheek: | |
| Uh Huh, D | |
| Block Jadakiss: | |
| D Block, You with me | |
| Louch? Sheek: | |
| You know it my ****** | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah I know | |
| Sheek: Yeah | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| You know why we do this right? | |
| Sheek: Why's that dog? | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Make these ******z feel us all the time, everytime | |
| Sheek: Walk wit us | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Are we the best or what? | |
| Sheek: Who the ****** else | |
| Sheek 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 ******t, that's useless (why would I do that) | |
| I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless (you ****** ******) | |
| You could die ****** | |
| I ain't droppin a tear, | |
| I ain't thinkin twice ******, you ain't my ****** (you ain't my ******) | |
| 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 ******t, ****** | |
| I peel ******t (tell em') | |
| I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better) | |
| I wanna kill ******z (kill em) | |
| You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and | |
| I don't really feel ******z (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, ****** what they say (****** em') | |
| D Block, grab your handguns and | |
| A-K's Chorus 2x: | |
| Bang that ******t off, clap that kid up | |
| Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up | |
| Any block frontin', gon' wet that ******t 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 ******-made (******) | |
| 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 ****** | |
| Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out | |
| To make sure he don't survive, ******, | |
| I'm snubbin him out (******!) | |
| 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, ****** set a date (what up!) remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (******!) | |
| 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 ******z think y'all do dirt, we do it more (more) | |
| My man turned 14 ******rts into a store (you got it!) | |
| Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh) | |
| The dead president **** | |
| Chris Tucker was ******' 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 ******z 'till you can't identify em' | |
| D Block my ****** (uh huh) | |
| To the ******z on cure perscription and | |
| Ki-lock my ****** (got ya) | |
| What, it don't mean nuthin' (nuthin) | |
| And you got the rights to bang a ****** 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, ******, get off our ****** (get off our ******) | |
| 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 ******z (yeah) | |
| Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass ******z (uh) | |
| Put big scars on the pretty ass ******z (yeah) | |
| I'll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair | |
| And smack the ****** out a boozie ****** like a bear (come here ******) | |
| Crime don't pay, who the ****** said that? (huh?) | |
| How much you think | |
| I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat? | |
| ****** act up, | |
| I'll let it rip in his back (brattt!) | |
| You know who it is from coast to coast (who) | |
| Thug ******z keep clappin' ya toast | |
| What up!? | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuo qu : Edwards, English, Harris ... | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah Sheek: | |
| Uh Huh, D | |
| Block Jadakiss: | |
| D Block, You with me | |
| Louch? Sheek: | |
| You know it my | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah I know | |
| Sheek: Yeah | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| You know why we do this right? | |
| Sheek: Why' s that dog? | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Make these z feel us all the time, everytime | |
| Sheek: Walk wit us | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Are we the best or what? | |
| Sheek: Who the else | |
| Sheek 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 t, that' s useless why would I do that | |
| I' ll kill ya whole family, that' s ruthless you | |
| You could die | |
| I ain' t droppin a tear, | |
| I ain' t thinkin twice , you ain' t my you ain' t my | |
| 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 t, | |
| I peel t tell em' | |
| I' m harder than concrete and steel mixed who' s better | |
| I wanna kill z kill em | |
| You think it' s part of the verse, it' s part of the curse, and | |
| I don' t really feel z 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, what they say em' | |
| D Block, grab your handguns and | |
| AK' s Chorus 2x: | |
| Bang that t off, clap that kid up | |
| Stomp that kid out, don' t let him get up | |
| Any block frontin', gon' wet that t 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 made | |
| 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 | |
| Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out | |
| To make sure he don' t survive, , | |
| I' m snubbin him out ! | |
| 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, set a date what up! remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face ! | |
| 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 z think y' all do dirt, we do it more more | |
| My man turned 14 rts into a store you got it! | |
| Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it uh huh | |
| The dead president | |
| Chris Tucker was ' 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 z ' till you can' t identify em' | |
| D Block my uh huh | |
| To the z on cure perscription and | |
| Kilock my got ya | |
| What, it don' t mean nuthin' nuthin | |
| And you got the rights to bang a 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, , get off our get off our | |
| 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 z yeah | |
| Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass z uh | |
| Put big scars on the pretty ass z yeah | |
| I' ll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair | |
| And smack the out a boozie like a bear come here | |
| Crime don' t pay, who the said that? huh? | |
| How much you think | |
| I' m gettin' for his chain, where my gat? | |
| act up, | |
| I' ll let it rip in his back brattt! | |
| You know who it is from coast to coast who | |
| Thug z keep clappin' ya toast | |
| What up!? | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Edwards, English, Harris ... | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah Sheek: | |
| Uh Huh, D | |
| Block Jadakiss: | |
| D Block, You with me | |
| Louch? Sheek: | |
| You know it my | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Yeah I know | |
| Sheek: Yeah | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| You know why we do this right? | |
| Sheek: Why' s that dog? | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Make these z feel us all the time, everytime | |
| Sheek: Walk wit us | |
| Jadakiss: | |
| Are we the best or what? | |
| Sheek: Who the else | |
| Sheek 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 t, that' s useless why would I do that | |
| I' ll kill ya whole family, that' s ruthless you | |
| You could die | |
| I ain' t droppin a tear, | |
| I ain' t thinkin twice , you ain' t my you ain' t my | |
| 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 t, | |
| I peel t tell em' | |
| I' m harder than concrete and steel mixed who' s better | |
| I wanna kill z kill em | |
| You think it' s part of the verse, it' s part of the curse, and | |
| I don' t really feel z 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, what they say em' | |
| D Block, grab your handguns and | |
| AK' s Chorus 2x: | |
| Bang that t off, clap that kid up | |
| Stomp that kid out, don' t let him get up | |
| Any block frontin', gon' wet that t 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 made | |
| 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 | |
| Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out | |
| To make sure he don' t survive, , | |
| I' m snubbin him out ! | |
| 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, set a date what up! remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face ! | |
| 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 z think y' all do dirt, we do it more more | |
| My man turned 14 rts into a store you got it! | |
| Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it uh huh | |
| The dead president | |
| Chris Tucker was ' 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 z ' till you can' t identify em' | |
| D Block my uh huh | |
| To the z on cure perscription and | |
| Kilock my got ya | |
| What, it don' t mean nuthin' nuthin | |
| And you got the rights to bang a 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, , get off our get off our | |
| 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 z yeah | |
| Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass z uh | |
| Put big scars on the pretty ass z yeah | |
| I' ll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair | |
| And smack the out a boozie like a bear come here | |
| Crime don' t pay, who the said that? huh? | |
| How much you think | |
| I' m gettin' for his chain, where my gat? | |
| act up, | |
| I' ll let it rip in his back brattt! | |
| You know who it is from coast to coast who | |
| Thug z keep clappin' ya toast | |
| What up!? | |
| Chorus 2x |
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