Brooklyn Academy - Nuthin' U Could Do lyrics

[Verse One: Block McCloud] I made 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 sh**, 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 Style shifty, sk**s filthy Surprised my ho's still with me That's me, she dig the fact that I'm nasty Brooklyn Ac' never went to cla** but we cla**y 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 s**s and I don't give a f** I'll take that five bucks and live it up Down some Thunderbird, wild out like I'm f**ing disturbed The robber herd, stepping to Block you got a lot of nerve [Verse Three: Mr. Metaphor] I take the time out of day, stash an hour away Use about five minutes to devour my plate (Right) Forty five more just collecting my pay (Tell ‘em) Tell more minutes, put the check in the bank (Get it!) A lot of kids lack respect, they neglecting to thank The cats that put 'em on, the people representing this thing I'm trying to step in the ring I want the head of the king I want his crown and his j**els and his neck in a sling I want everything I want s** in a drink I want a Lex and a link I want a section to think 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 better off asking a shrink [Hook] If we scheme on your crew You couldn't tell lies from the truth There ain't nothing you can do You can watch your back, sleep with one eye open on the track There ain't nothing you can do I won't lose no sleep, don't snooze when I creep cause for real There ain't nothing you can do I can warn you, inform you that I'm upon you Still there ain't nothing you can do [Verse Three: 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 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 motherf**ers, told y'all Ain't quitting, spitting butane, flames shooting out the mouth Bouncing when I'm down south Repping when I'm east coast Throw it when I'm west side Toasting when I'm mid west, packing sh**, Columbine Poison ivy, f**ing with n***as just a hobby Deadly and proudly When I'm shining y'all want to rob me n***as rock Timbs, dirty jeans baggy, fam rowdy All day still doubt me, run your mouth, talk about me What? [Verse Four: Pumpkinhead] Skeme Team one and only I weigh about 210 so don't trust me As far as you can throw me We gonna be the first underground cats With platinum trophies Up in Fat Beats, sportin' rollies Puffin' stogies, bummin' in sweatpants And shirts that's holey Like, “b**h, blow me!” Ya'll can't hold me Ya'll gon' nod ya head like a dope fiend We shine, till ya'll blind like smoke screen We on the midnight run, Like DJ Enuff Extra-large like Stretch Drop bombs like Flex Ice my arm and my neck And still have your respect Still winnin' battles So write out a check To yours truly, me, Capital P Stashin' the heat right beneath the pa**enger seat Robbin' n***as for they Grammys so don't act like it's sweet Skeme Team pushin' tracks like crack on the street [Hook x2]