Half-A-Mill - Some Niggaz (Extended Version) Lyrics
[Chorus]Some niggaz Blood and some niggaz CripSome niggaz thugs and some niggaz is *****Some niggaz ain't got nothin some niggaz richSome niggaz die frontin and some livin the shitChorus 2x[Verse 1]Ayo, we play for keeps, taught from day one how to blaze the heatthree-hundred and sixty ways to eat, razor blade your kneeI'm getting something, if not, then I'm hitting somethingDefinetley, especially if my ribs is touchingOut for mine, for your shines I'll blow you out your mindYou could throw a thousand signs,I'm only concerned about the dollar signsStashing my cheese, stashing my crack in back of my FiState to state, nationally!Actually, factually,I'll fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry!I got M1's and macs with me, send your cash to meI'll have them niggaz scared to ask for meThrow your man off the cap of zeeOther members of your running, where the traffic be?Highland, he busting big guns, they coming after meI'm wilding, real live shit, ain't no acting BIt's not a game, we ain't playingDun, we spraying, won't stop till everyone laying on the pavementEvery nigga you came with is getting paintedWe specialize in wetting guys, technicalizeSmith & Wessun-ilize, I've seen the best of them dieEspecially, testing I, put the teck to your eyeSo you can see death, take a deep breathand say goodbye, Why!?Chorus 2x[Verse 2]Streets is too real, thug nowadays is to ill***** a hundred thou, I need a few milEven if it leaves you killedYou resting in peace, I rest with blue steelI'm even wetting police and Navy blue seals,how crazy you feel!?Militant click, ten in the whipI know Bohemians with, plenty of chipsPull this off and we'll be rich, filthiest top billing milkiestIn the Hamptons, out on the mansions where they liveThey on some ram shit, Hindu niggaz, reading sanscritI want a man by every exit so they can't splitRush the crib, all we see is candles litYo, they got gold cows, gold owls, on some chanting shitTie them up, red dot them up, ***** the ransom shitHit the safe, chips in the case, back to the whipDun, we laced, back to BK, orally relaxed in the PJ'sSplitting mathematics on a weekdaySouth of P chases stuffed inside of briefcases quiet money!Keep our mouth shut like freemasons paid menChorus 2x[Verse 3]We from the housing bricks pushing year two-thousand whipsWe went from ounces to bricks, house on the cliffThousands on the wrist, got a crew of rivalersthats down to flip, down to spitReal live thugs above the counterfeitReal live drug, under the counter shit, a pound a hitWho you riding with might be the nigga you dying withShot on fire we shot niggaz cause they was wired kidNew drops up, pull rooftops upShoot your spots up, put pirranas in your hot tubMight be a bomb under the cork next time you pop bub, nigga!
