Nuthin’ You Can Do (W.Y.B.)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Metaphor] Skeme Team, motherfuckers Word up, y'all better recognize once more Uh huh – coming in your cornerstore Word up, Mr. Mr. Metaphor Fuck that shit Do this shit live for the public, live for the people Building Block (Word is bond), Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead (Spit that shit) [Verse 1: Block McCloud] I need money – hungry, my stomach's in knots, head's full of rocks I'm shot — see me running from cops Almost got knocked on some dumb shit coming from the spot I'm Block, refuse to act like something I'm not I fiend to see the green, like I'm Bill Bixby My style-shifting skills filthy Surprised my ho's still with me That's me – she dig the fact that I'm nasty Brooklyn Ac' – never went to class, but we classy Not a patsy – the silent type to let the gat speak She'll stick with me unless she catch me with the next fat freak Born ready – you get torn by my machete Silent, calm, and deadly medley, like Tom, I'm Petty You'll die for five bucks Why? 'Cause life sucks and I don't give a fuck I'll take that five bucks and live it up Down some Thunderbird, wild out like I'm fucking disturbed Then rob a herb Stepping to Block, you got a lot of nerve [Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)] If we scheme on your crew You couldn't tell a lie from the truth There ain't nothing you could do You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open On the track, there ain't nothing you could do I won't lose no sleep, don't snooze when I creep 'Cause for real, there ain't nothing you could do I could warn you, inform you that I'm upon you Still, there ain't nothing you could do [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Yo, I've been slept on for years, crept through Hell to get on It's straight drama when I'm lighting a song I'll burn the steel off the mic and melt it down, rock it as fronts And roll L's in DAT labels when I'm smoking the blunts Jean, motherfuckers – told y'all Ain't quitting, spit butane, flames shooting out the mouth Bounce it when I'm down South Rep it when I'm East Coast, throw it when I'm West Side Toast it when I'm Midwest, packing shit, Columbine Poison Ivy – fucking with niggas just a hobby Deadly and probably, when I'm shining, y'all want to rob me Niggas rock Timbs dirty, jeans baggy, fam rowdy All day – still doubt me, run your mouth, talk about me What? [Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)] If we scheme on your crew You couldn't tell a lie from the truth There ain't nothing you could do You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open On the track, there ain't nothing you could do I won't lose no sleep, don't snooze when I creep 'Cause for real, there ain't nothing you could do I could warn you, inform you that I'm upon you Still, there ain't nothing you could do [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] Yo, yo, yo – I'll take the time out of day and stash an hour away (Uh huh) Use about five minutes to devour my prey (Right) Forty-five more, just collecting my pay (Tell 'em) Ten more minutes, put the check in the bank (Give me that!) A lot of kids lack respect They're neglecting to thank the cats who put 'em on The people representing this thing (Uh huh) I'm trying to step in the ring (Uh huh) I want the head of the king (Right) I want his crown and his jewels, and his neck in a sling (Fuck that) I want everything, I want sex and a drink (Pour that) I want a Lex and a link (Uh huh) I want a section to think (Yeah) And for my Moms, I want a dress and a mink A mansion, a yacht, a double dishwasher, no more mess in the sink What I project in a blink of an eye, you couldn't wink And when I rise, I'm rising high to the sky—you gon' sink And if I smell, it's the weed, son – take a bath, you stink And don't ask me no advice — you're better off asking a shrink [Hook: Block McCloud & Lil Leg-O (AKA L'ego Motif)] If we scheme on your crew You couldn't tell a lie from the truth There ain't nothing you could do You could watch your back, sleep with one eye open On the track, there ain't nothing you could do I won't lose no sleep, don't snooze when I creep 'Cause for real, there ain't nothing you could do I could warn you, inform you that I'm upon you Still, there ain't nothing you could do