Lyrics Can't Have Nuttin' - 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
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′
1 Intro (Once Again)
2 No Diggety
3 Knockin' Niggaz Off
4 Here We Go
5 Real Hip-Hop
6 Here It Is
7 Microphone Master
8 40 & A Blunt
9 Buck-Buck
10 Intro
11 Can't Have Nuttin'
12 Alright
13 Hold It Down
14 Dedicated
15 Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
16 Represent The Real (feat. KRS-One)
17 Comin' Thru
18 Hard Core Rap Act
19 Bad News (feat. PMD)
20 Real Hip-Hop (Pete Rock Remix)
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