Ain't Nuttin' Changed

[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 woooo-aaahhh! Ain't nuttin' changed 'Po whatchu gonna do man? We still gettin' money, bitches still actin' funny They wanna hold somethin, can't get shit from me I'm back on the block, passin' the rock Got my young squad, you don't want 'em bastards 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 Niggas 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] Niggas need those I'm on a hill, where all the fiends go Big bottle of yack, the big gat Niggas fall back, I got the biggest crap And when it's time to go, I go hard Fuck the police they got a job, I got a job Ain't nuttin' changed, except the weather Except the chedda, except a nigga got betta After all these years and all these beers I got niggas still running in fear, why? I ain't killin' nuttin', I ain't lettin' nuttin' die Niggas know the repercussions if they fucking try Shine up, stand 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 Niggas still pumping the rain Things still come from the train Still gotta tell them mothafuckas no change Niggas still on the block, holdin' em thangs Some disappeared like motherfucking 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 niggas don't even talk, You done prim with a fork Screwball disciples get at you Niggas 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]