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Chorus: x2 Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh) Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?) Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?) Some niggas die frontin` and some livin` this shit(4 real)
Verse 1: Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need I`m gettin something, if not then im hittin` something Definately, especially if my rims is touchin` Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind You can throw 1000 signs, im 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 Tapp-an-zee Other members of your clan runnin` where the traffic be Hollerin` and he bustin` big guns and coming after me I`m willin`, real live shit, aint no acting B It`s not a game, WE AINT PLAYIN Dunn we praying Wont 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-Wessunalise I seen the best of them die Especially Test and 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 aint 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 kill You resting in peace i rest in blue steel Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant Click, 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 rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript 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 chain 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 Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj`s Splittin` mathematics on the weekday Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me
Chorus (repeat til fade)
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