Letras:
Dead Boys Ain T Nothing To Do

on outta here Just aint nothin' to do I'm so sick of FM I don't play my stereo too Just wanna get out on the street fights Just aint nothin' to do There aint nothin' to do

a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga, you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean? But

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't

And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too Ain

I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y. that's a unity U.N.I.T.Y., love a black man from infinity to infinity (Who you calling a bitch?) [Chorus:] U.N.I.T.Y., U.N.I.T.Y.

yay all in my fingernails And I can leave a set of white fingerprints Chris Tucker Larenz Tate Dead Presidents Dead white boys spread across the coffee table I don't

what it gone be I see you in the crowd and you lookin at me But you ain't doing nothing like you gettin it for free I don't want to see not on that pretty

to death, run away laughing my head off, just to leave him for dead. What do I care? It's not like I'm gonna get caught, anyways, killing ain't a crime

you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap) [Bun B] To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed