Aint Nuttin Changed - Blaq Poet

You know what’s poppin'

(Ain't nuttin changed)

You know what’s on

(When I come to the hood)

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

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

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