Tytuł: Niggaz

• Wykonawca: Fabolous
• Wyświetleń: 356

  
   [Intro - DJ Clue]
  Yeah y'all
  This the Triangle Offense
  Ghetto Fab
  Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
  We all "Street Dreams"
  At one time or another
  Fast cars, cash
  Money, hustlin...
  C'mon y'all
  Desert Storm
  
  [Chorus - Paul Cain]
  Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
  Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
  Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
  Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
  
  [Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
  Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
  Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
  Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
  Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
  And quick to speed off on the jake
  Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
  Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
  I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
  When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
  When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
  Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
  If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
  Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
  Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
  Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
  Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
  We in the game most dudes ain't built for
  Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for
  Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
  And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga
  
  [Chorus - Fabolous]
  Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
  Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
  Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
  Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
  
  [Verse 2 - Fabolous]
  These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
  And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
  Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
  And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
  Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
  Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
  Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
  And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
  Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
  I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
  The singles chipped in my ass changed
  But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
  I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
  Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
  I ain't much of a fighter
  But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
  My dope is much more than whiter
  One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
  The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
  They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
  
  [Chorus - Joe Budden]
  Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
  Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
  Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
  Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
  
  [Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
  Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
  The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
  You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
  Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
  Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
  I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
  'Member they back you down, when knives was out
  .45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
  But now could you hear nigga all in this place
  That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
  More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
  Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
  HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
  I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
  But you noticed that's the hate that I love
  You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
  Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
  But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
  And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
  This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
  I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
  So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
  But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
  Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me
  
  [Chorus - Fabolous]
  Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
  Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
  Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
  Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch, nigga