Niggas

Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick

And kicks it quick; you know how black niggas get

With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees

Smokin weed, flippin ki's, making crazy G's

Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots

On the avenue-take my loot, and I'm bagging you

Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos

Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a nigga's style is unorthodox

Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks

Just in case a nigga want to act out

I just black out, and blow they motherf**king back out

That's a real nigga for ya

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths

Just in case Dread want to riff

He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very

Not your ordinary: we watch you get buried

That's a real nigga for ya

Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer

Spit at the DA, cause f**k what she say

She don't give a f**k about your ass anyway

Up north, bound first stop for the town

Of Fishkill, where the hand skills are real ill

You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover

Ha-Hah! Yo G, pass the buddha

Money, hoes, and clothes

Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows

Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes

Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow

The neighborhood gravedigger

Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga

I guess they figure I'm paid, I want to get laid

Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots

I'd rather beat my dick than trick

And if she don't suck, then we don't f**k

I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck

Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck

Yes, flex at the two or three Benzes

I wreck shit, what the f**k you expected?

A fly guy? Well f**k it, I'm the high guy

From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye

And your nose even when I choke ya, you stop breathing

And when Jake come, I'm leaving