Don'T Mean Nuthin'

Yeah (Uh-huh)
D-Block (D-Block)
You with me Louch? (You know it my nigga)
Yeah, I know (Yeah)
You know why we do this right? (Why's that dog?)
To make these niggas feel us all the time (Walk with us)
Every time
Are we the best or what? (Who the fuck else?)
(Spit that shit, c'mon)

If we do nothin', we are nothin'
I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nothin'
I ain't pullin' my gun if I won't shoot shit
That's useless, I kill your whole family, that's ruthless
You can die nigga, I ain't droppin' a tear
I ain't thinkin' twice nigga, you ain't my nigga
I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you
I got a problem with you, I'ma let the heat whistle
This is real shit, nigga I peel shit
I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed
I wanna kill niggas, you think it's part of the verse
It's part of the curse and I don't really feel niggas
They say stop the violence but I gotta join in it
I'm in the hooptie with three ki's of boy in it
This is payday, fuck what they say
D-Block, grab your handguns and AKs

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 nothin' to me, to me
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 nothin' to me, to me

Yo, it's the baby-faced gangster, product of my environment
Hoodied up, stickin' your grandfather for his retirement
Talkin' super hard when I know that you bitch-made (Faggot)
Stab your ass in the esophagus with a switchblade
Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage
Pour gasoline on the mattress where your kids lay
J Hood, D-Block, respect the name and the clique
Whoever ain't feelin' this song can 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
Make you drink a bottle of Clorox, 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
My ribs touchin', I'm starvin', trigger-happy and furious
We can do it whenever, wherever nigga, set a date
Remember to ask the doc if he can replace your face, bitch

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 nothin' to me, to me
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 nothin' to me, to me

Kill one of mine, I'ma kill one of yours
It ain't bitin' for bass but they still want it raw
Y'all niggas think y'all do dirt, we do it more
My man turned fourteen shirts into a store
Now you can get it from us, we got enough of it
The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with
It's two things, either the jail or the cemetery
Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinerary
Anywhere, any block, clap any iron
We beat niggas 'til you can't identify 'em
D-Block my nigga, to the niggas on curfew
Restriction and key lock my nigga, what?
It don't mean nothin'
And you got the rights to bang a
Nigga wherever you want if he frontin'
We done starved together and burned some skrilla
Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla, what?

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 nothin' to me, to me
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 nothin' to me, to me

Uh, you want it with who?
You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew
We poppin' you quick
Put big knives in you bitch, get off our dick
White Airs and white tees get filthy quick
And we ain't coughin' or sneezin' but the camp is sick
Uh, stop frontin', y'all wanna pull triggers
Lifetime Sex and the City ass niggas
Spit it for the hood and them gritty ass niggas
Put thick scars on them pretty ass niggas
I pull up with a hooptie at a black tie affair
And smack the fuck out a bougie nigga like a bear
Crime don't pay, who the fuck said that?
How much you think he gettin' for his chain?
Where my gat?
Nigga act up, I'll let it rip in his back
You know who it is, from coast to coast
Thug niggas keep clappin' your toast, what up boy?

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 nothin' to me, to me
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 nothin' to me, to me