Some Niggaz

Lyrics

Chorus: x2 Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh) Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?) Some niggas ain't got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?) Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real) Verse 1: Aiyo we play for keeps, taught from day one, how to blaze the heat 300 and 60 ways to eat, razor blade your meat I'm gettin' something, if not then I'm hittin' something Definitely, especially if my ribs is touchin' Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind You can throw 1000 signs, I'm only concerned about the dollar signs Stackin' my cheese, stashin' my crack in back of my feet State to state, nationally Actually, factually I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry I got And 1's that match with me, city capture me I have them niggas scared to act with me, throw your man off the Tappan-Zee Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be Hollerin' "He bustin' big guns and comin' after me!" I'm willin', real live shit, ain't no acting B It's not a game, WE AIN'T PLAYIN' Dunn we spraying Won't stop till everyone laying, on the pavement Every nigga you came with, is gettin' painted We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessonalise I seen the best of them die Especially testin' I, put the tek to ya eye So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye Why? Chorus:(x2) Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh) Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?) Some niggas ain't got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?) Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real) Verse 2: Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill Fuck a hundred thou, i need a few mil Even if it means you killed You resting in peace i rest in blue steel I'm even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant clique, ten in the whip I know bohemians wit plenty of chips Pull this off and we'll be rich Filthy as top, bill the milkiest In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live They on some ram shit, Hindu niggas, reading Sanskrit I wanna man by every exit so they can't split Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chantin' shit Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip Then we lace, back to B.K., Albany, relaxed in the PJ's Splittin' mathematics on the weekday Sound of pee traces, stuffed inside of briefcases Quiet Money, keep our mouth shut like Freemasons, Pay me Chorus (repeat til fade)