Ain’t Nuttin’ Changed lyrics

[Hook x2]
[Akon Samples: "Blaq Poet"]
(When I come to the hood)
You know what's poppin'
(Ain't nuttin changed)
You know what's on

(When I come to the hood)

[Verse 1]
It's like boo-haa!!
Ain't nuttin' changed 'Po, whatchu gonna do man?
We still gettin' money, b*tches still actin' funny
They wanna hold somethin, can't get sh*t from me
I'm back on the block, passin' the rock
Got my young squad, you don't want 'em bast*rds to pop
Rhyme veteran ready to get it in
Way before fif I was hated by many men
When I come to the hood, you know I'm creepin'
Leave you leakin', missiles heat seekin'
Nuttin' to talk about, fo' pound in your mouth
New York in the house, I dare you to walk it out
Straight menace, fight to the finish
n*ggas get demolished, diminished I mean business
Millionaire rappers still wanna envy me
They wish they was mini-me, I'm sick on any beat
[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
n*ggas need those
I'm on a hill, where all the fiends go
Big bottle of yack, the big gat
n*ggas fall back I got the biggest crack
And when it's time to go, I go hard
f*ck the police they got a job, I got a job
Ain't nuttin' changed, except the weather
Except the chedda, except a n*gga got betta
After all these years and all these beers
I got n*ggas still running in fear, why?
I ain't killin' nuttin', I ain't lettin' nuttin' die
n*ggas know the repercussions if they f*cking try
Shot up, stabbed up and a puffy eye
Besides that? Blaq Poet, a lovely guy
Run around have fun in the hood
Get love from my thuns when I come in the hood

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ain't nuttin' changed
n*ggas still pumping the rain
Things still come from the train
Still gotta tell them mothaf*ckas no change
n*ggas still on the block, holdin' em thangs
Some disappeared like motherf*cking Blaine
Some got hang, some comin' home, some in the zone
They all can't wait 'til I tell 'em that it's on
Blaq Poet army across New York
Ya'll n*ggas don't even talk, You done prim with a fork
Screwball disciples get at you
n*ggas don't like you, baseball bat you
Or sit up on a roof and snipe you
Miles away, 50 cal rifle
A real gangsta is good in any hood
A real goon comin' soon to your hood
[Hook]