What Y’all Niggas Want?

Lyrics

[Intro: AZ, Foxy Brown] Brooklyn (Uh) That's right, Quiet Money for life Brooklyn shit, Black Sopranos Y'all know what this is [Verse 1: AZ, Foxy Brown] Niggas wanna, sound like me, get down like me Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor? Who whip sicka? Y'all some bitch niggas See, I'm still loaded, still getting that dough Who jeeps deep wit' drops? Still gettin' at hoes Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold Make these rap niggas get on they toes (Uh) Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane More and more, everyday the streets calling my name I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice With cash like, I ain't gotta flash twice So ball with me, be grateful, the Lord sent me Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty Tall or skinny, small, hardcore, or friendly Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy [Hook: Foxy Brown, AZ] What y'all niggas want, nigga? (Uh) Fuck y'all niggas want? You heard? What y'all niggas want, nigga? See, this Brooklyn shit [Verse 2: AZ] Since Sugar Hill, shit got realer, got more iller More of not givin' a fuck, more guerilla More paper chasin' only means more scrilla So, cross me now and believe I'll kill ya More kidnappin' niggas, they snatch ya, come kill ya Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya Its that realer, hit ya, back split ya Keep that mac wit' ya or get left with the cracks wit' ya It's Sos' nigga, live in the flesh, up close, nigga Hope you bought that toast wit' ya Cause I'ma move like, so smooth like, who's hype? I'm all Brooklyn and my crews tight [Refrain: AZ, Foxy Brown] Benz, uh, Jags, uh, Range, whoa, Vogues (uh-huh) Henny, uh, Cris, whoa, Remy, uh-huh, more (What) Niggas, uh, gotta, uh, feel this flow (Yeah, yeah nigga) Uh, Brooklyn, you know What y'all know about sixty diamonds in one chain? Four coupes, two cadillacs, and one range A hundred motherfuckers all under, one name And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] And it's the Fox to the five niggas, got them Glocks to ya We on ya block like how not could ya? It's the dough and it's six-series, windows tinted Flow like, whoa, bitch, mind your business This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the team's mentioned We coming through with the bling drenchin' So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too And fuck dude, don't dick-ride now, you slut too? And motherfuckers know how Fox and Sos' do Approach who? It's nothin' to pop the toast to Brook-Nam, "Shook Ones", get aired like sitcoms Blowin' the S5 wit' twenty-inch shoes on, nigga [Refrain: AZ, Foxy Brown] Benz, uh, Jags, uh, Range, whoa, Vogues, (uh-huh) Henny, uh, Cris, whoa, Remy, uh-huh, more (What) Niggas, uh, gotta, uh, feel this flow (Yeah, yeah nigga) Uh, Brooklyn, you know What y'all know about sixty diamonds in one chain? Four coupes, two cadillacs, and one range A hundred motherfuckers all under, one name And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign [Hook: Foxy Brown, AZ] What y'all niggas want, nigga? (Uh) Fuck y'all niggas want? Talk to me, niggas What y'all niggas want, nigga? Fuck y'all niggas want? Feel me [Outro: AZ] Quiet Money life, it's quiet money now It's Quiet Money life, it's quiet money now