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My Niggaz - текст песни



My Niggaz


(feat. Blake C, Jay-Z, Mr. Bristal)




[Blake C]


What you sayin'?


Roc-A-Fella (uh huh)


Gener-al (uh huh)


B.I.G. (right on)


QB (that show-nuff right on)


Fuck niggas wanna do, man (nothing)


See, Cease A Leo (huh)


I'm for the kids (right)


Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers, y'know


It's how we do it (yeah)


Feel me baby?




Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shotty


I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty


I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi


Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me


Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me


It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight


Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache


The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe


I take it all, still be the last to escape


Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips


Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code


Watch the stroll, little Ace


A soldier that was born to roll


I love God and you know I got soul


To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower


Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her


Found out my niggas got right behind her




[Overlappin last line]


[Mr. Bristal]


Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth


But I done did that, recognize the clique


Back round six-four times, fellas and shit


Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit


'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"


I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris


In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist


Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix


We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live


Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids


Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid


We live this real street life


And that's word to B.I.G. (uh)


I'm the type to analyze ya (what)


Move swift like Kaiser (uh)


My appearance suprise ya (yeah)


About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)


Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)




[Chorus]


I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang


Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang


Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang


For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang


Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang


Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang


Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang


For my niggaz, Brooklyn




[Lil' Cease]


Yo, yo, yo, yo


This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for


Get back everything that my nigga die for


Since his death, many steps and many left


Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less


Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know


BK style, my niggas Love the Dough


About six hard years, eleven months ago


We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go


Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow


Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go


Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza


Nigga's coke so raw, you gon need a sampler


Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me


Or go see the board then and frown like me


Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me


Motherfuckers' All Eyez On Me


Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?


Better yet, Crook-lawn?


Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on


Picture me making a shook song (Texts of songs )


No, I know the wars we took on


Niggas better get gone




[Jay Z]


Yeah, flow sicker on every record


Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace


Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous


Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke


Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gon play


With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?


Never heard so many choices from one man


I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam


Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'


Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh


Make it real easy to lift your chain off


BK style (what), see Jay how (uh)


We don't play fair, we play foul


Go head, stand there, we spray crowds


Live from the 7-1-8


If there ever was one great

I'm him, nigga, times three




[Chorus to end]



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