ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll

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Ye ye yeh yeh That's something right there It's him, dat nigga, my nigga dem niggas; don't get no bigga Just fuckin aroun' in the booth Tell you a little something about dat nigga Tell you a little something about my nigga And I'm a tell you something about dem niggas We all niggas Even you Mc-peezy You my nigga Fa shizzle (my nigga) I remember bein 8 with dat nigga The knees I scrapped with dat nigga And when I got hungry When down on Haight with dat nigga In stored taste with dat nigga And then prayed with dat nigga And got it straight with dat nigga I saw my fate with dat nigga Learned how to hate with dat nigga I got in shape with dat nigga I became great with dat nigga I hung out late with dat nigga Made my pace with dat nigga When shit popped off Evacuate with dat nigga... shit Litte something about dat nigga And den we got my nigga And den we got dem niggas It's a dirty game I went to school with my nigga I played hoop with my nigga Got a loot with my nigga Told all the scoop to my nigga Looked at them too with my nigga Is this me or you my nigga Copped bitches, blue my nigga 'cause I'm true to my nigga I came? with my nigga Always on cue with my nigga When it was who, my nigga I told her shoo from my nigga I eat glue with my nigga I'm never through with my nigga And when we needed some blunts I bought two for my nigga You see I'm cool with my nigga Would know what to do with my nigga What you wanna do my nigga Be up till two with my nigga Type of shit I do with my nigga Type of shit we deal with dem niggas So I got the book from my nigga The shit I took from my nigga The hos I shook with my nigga I got off the hook with my nigga You should meet dat nigga Get a bite to eat with dat nigga Make a beat with dat nigga And hit the street with dat nigga 'cause I'm hella cool with dat nigga I'm always true with my nigga Done major shit with dat nigga And I just can't quit my nigga I had a fro with dem niggas Always on the go with dem niggas A lifetime both with dem niggas 'cause I'm both of dem niggas... shit Little something bout dat nigga And now a little something about my nigga Den a little something about how I'm dem niggas See I'm both of them mayne Shit gets deep Real deep Like the eyes of Minolta Bet your shit is open It's a dirty game like I said It's a 430 game An S-430 game Let it fade on out

Killin Nigguz

MC Eiht "Death Threatz"
Do this muthafuckin' shit right though We in the muthafuckin' house Geah In the muthafuckin' house Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house Boom Bam, Tha Chill MC Eiht in the house And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah [THA CHILL] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh Muthafuckas best to run and duck Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the front of the seat Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang And we can get in the street and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah Fool I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill... Boom Bam in the house Where you from nigga? [BOOM BAM] I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars Sense I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at You best to watch your back Cause I be creepin' through your hood Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat Just hopin' that I see you To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas Geah, cause we them killin' niggas Chorus... [EIHT] Don't be slippin' on this side of town Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga how'd you figure? You better be diggin a bigger ditch Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original Baby Gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin' (geah) Lyin' on your back Tryin' to get ???? Never seen a man cry Until he seems dead As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass Better dash before your dead By these killin' niggas Chorus... Geah In the muthafuckin' house The Eihthype thugs, uh Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin' ????? to the 9-6 We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh Don't fuck around know I'm sayin' C'mon sayin' Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets

R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit)

ACE HOOD "Starvation 3"
[Intro:] Free Boosie Ain't this that shit? Ain't this that shit? [Hook:] Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to? Ain't this that shit that we get high to? Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga? Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga I like to call this some real nigga shit A real nigga on some real nigga shit A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick And money never make a real nigga switch [Verse 1:] I say I can't stand no bitch nigga That goes for you snitch niggas Can't do no broke boys cus everybody with me they go getters Say money over these lame hoes, ya'll niggas be cuffin dough Met the bitch in that same night, I'm a knock down like dominoes I say oh Lord I'm savin Fuck ya'll, just pay me Big bees in my whip, catch a young nigga move saney I be ridin round with 2 ladies Pussy nigga you basic My nigga P keep a strap-on Them hater fuck around, start sprayin Nigga don't play me All I'm talkin is real nigga shit Come and fuck and suck a real nigga dick All these hoes want a real nigga rich [Hook:] Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to? Ain't this that shit that we get high to? Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga? Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga I like to call this some real nigga shit A real nigga on some real nigga shit A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick And money never make a real nigga switch [Verse 2:] I ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother I'd kill for my mother in case you ain't know Shoot out 100 then fuckin reload it I lift up yo spirit like you been promoted I'm with it, runnin my city Chasin that money, I get it get it Came to the ratchet, my bitches said Diddy I want it, I cop it, you watch what you spendin Niggas be poundin like I'm pron, tell these hoes to please keep calm If I die today I'm good Hope this real shit can live on Ain't no hoe shit in my blood, know my family is my love Peace my homeboys and my thugs Still with the same folk from day one Boy that's real nigga shit I'm just tryna get my whole team rich In a Phantom blowin kush behind the tint Bumpin Boosie Boo, that badass hit [Hook:] Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to? Ain't this that shit that we get high to? Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga? Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga I like to call this some real nigga shit A real nigga on some real nigga shit A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick And money never make a real nigga switch [Verse 3:] Say what you wanna, do what you wanna I get upset, they attack like piranhas I don't even like not one of you niggas Bitch ain't thick, can't even fuck with er Yea we them niggas with the 20 gold bottle VIP sec, she put 25 models Pulled up, yep that's us in the foreign Huh, ya'll life so boring Uh, I made a mill off touring Crib in the hills like motherfuckin Lauren Rest don't chill but just can't ignore And that pussy so good, I explore like do it Smoke one, for the ones lost RIP to every real nigga we once saw, damn Where the real niggas went? Free Boosie Free Fat Boy Real shit They gon lose they motherfuckin in the hood when they hear this Nigga! [Hook:] Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to? Ain't this that shit that we get high to? Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga? Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga I like to call this some real nigga shit A real nigga on some real nigga shit A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick And money never make a real nigga switch

G's Up

JIM JONES "Harlem: Diary Of A Summer"
[Chorus:] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset) [2x] [MAx B:] I had to fade 'm into black Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back And before all that I used to make 'm pump crack Ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back Max leave the streets, please the don't want that They need me in the shit The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip U ain't seen a nigga flip Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga shrimps 39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips Beat the nigga bitch, Till she bleedin from the lips...yeah Got me speedin in the six Drunk off the hen, breezin in the mist Chicks believin in the dick, dick Feenin'for a sniff Got me needin for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up [CHORUS] [Jim Jones:] The picture gettin clearer If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear Lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror Burnin in the pike in this brand new Carrera The game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder My gang hungry, no money that we scared off And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us We still loosin soldiers at this war Like every other week i'm pourin cold drinks at the floor We just lost iky, he was going to the store That's why i roll around the fully loaded in the door Majority time, i'm tryna stay above the poverty line And that's a major part of my grind I still hit the hood and park my car in the nine While the little niggas pump hard with dimes [CHORUS] [J:] The say succes is like amen (pray for me) U see police will arrest us while we rollin' We stay on heat so if u press we ain't foldin U see me in the streets so there ain't no question bout ?? [M:] We pimpin easy Niggas hate, come teach me The niggas with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I KNOW) Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy Snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me [J:] Fuck 'em i can't let them break me A ?? and a man is what it makes me I rather ride in the lambo's and the AC Top down, stoppin for nothing, coming through frollin' [M:] I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for nuttin I got a passion for this shit cause i love it Like a piece of pussy when i'm fuckin, waitin to come Runnin the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun [CHORUS] [Jones talkin' until end]

Talk That $hit Trinidad

TRINIDAD JAMES "No One Is Safe"
[Intro:] (Talk that shit, Trinidad) Aye man y'all niggas know who 'Dad is, y'all know who the freshest nigga is, y'all seen me in the mothafuckin' magazines, nigga (Talk that shit, Trinidad) Y'all niggas be lookin' at my goddamn IG to see what this nigga wearin', what kind of shoes he got on, how he wearin' them jeans (Talk that shit, Trinidad) Yeah, ain't no bammer over here. You already know this a real A town nigga all day, every day. You seen me in that GQ magazine. You seen me in that Flaunt magazine. BET know I rip that mothafuckin' runway. I talk this shit cause I know this shit. You will never, ever dress better than a nigga named Trinidad James, nigga, you already know if you from Atlanta [Hook:] I feel like, these niggas, done ran up with my swag I feel like, these niggas, done ran up with my swag I feel like, these niggas, done ran up with my swag I feel like, these niggas, done ran up with my swag [Verse 1:] I started with the [?], started, then they did it too I started with Versace, started, then they did it too Fuck, I did the nappy fro, now they on it too Shit, their hair on fleek, not, nigga, tell me what's your move Bitch I'm 'Dad and I thought you knew Your favorite rapper dress like me, man I swear I taught him to I swear, he only dress like that, baby, cause we taught him to Check his Instagram, I sip my tea, just like Kermit do Fly niggas shop on Fairfax, not the mall Real niggas don't fuck with police, fuck the law These niggas think they're stylin' for real though Boy stop, you better call Ronaldo I couldn't pay to look this good, nigga, that's on everything I promise I was born with it, yes they call me James [Hook] [Verse 2:] So much gold in my chain, gold up in my ring Check my rings, I might need a statue These niggas not tryna change, they just rappin' for a chain Try and take a nigga's chain, he might shoot you I buy a Rollie every birthday just to do it (Nike) I'm savin' all my money up, like a nigga Jewish (Drake) Anything my mama want, she get it, nothin' to it All these things where these niggas that I've been on, boy you're losin' From Vegas to [?] I'm the flyest nigga movin' Buyin' everything strange, Harajuku to Shibuya Don't show my pics to your girl, you might get the finger What? Cause she already liked him [Hook]

See It To Believe It

J. COLE "We Got A Buzz Now"
The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one Ain't nobody else I’d rather be, not even Oprah’s son Momma’s youngest getting paper like the oldest one We living better guess God felt he owed us one Closets barely had no clothes in them So you throw my niggas in hoopty’, but we still bag hoes and them These niggas give they heart and soul to them I wonder if they know we doving them Ass fat so when pinch ‘em (pincher) like a Doberman Run up on em politicing like Keith Olbermann What’s your name? Where ya from? Ya got a dream? I’ll sell ya one Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top Won’t stop, won’t stop Hey and don’t stop Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it ain't crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it and don’t stop Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it ain't crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it There’s so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out But as of late nigga, it ain't been shit to pout about I turn up the news, my blues seem petty Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out I’m blessed nigga, I’m blessed When I’m all alone these words just flow out of my chest Turn ‘em into poems, they worship, I’m the best And though I’m taking long, they fuck with me none the less Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest The only one saying shit is like a nigga got tourettes, (chyeah) Unimpressed with you niggas You the shit only cause I digested you niggas But I digress, boy you bout as G as a fucking tie dye vest And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest) Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top Won’t stop, won’t stop Hey, don't stop Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock And if it ain't crack then the fiends wont cop And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it Gotta see it to believe it

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