Niggaz - Fabolous feat DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain
[Intro - DJ Clue]
Yeah y'all
This the Triangle Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
We all "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustlin...
C'mon y'all
Desert Storm
[Chorus - Paul Cain]
Some n_ggas thug, and some n_ggas is b_tch
Some n_ggas'll rob, and some n_ggas'll pitch
Some n_ggas ain't got sh_t, some n_ggas rich
Some n_ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Now some n_ggas like to pull out and talk, some n_ggas pop off
Some n_ggas found they way to the top, some n_ggas got lost
Some n_ggas keep it thorough in jail, some n_ggas got soft
Some n_ggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any n_gga gettin money, come up off of the safe
F_ck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
When you kill a n_gga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't f_ck wit n_ggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and n_ggas going back and forth to court could relate
F_ck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of sh_t, n_ggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, n_gga
[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some n_ggas thug, and some n_ggas is b_tch
Some n_ggas rob, and some n_ggas'll pitch
Some n_ggas ain't got nothin, some n_ggas rich
Some n_ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
These n_ggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (N_gga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (N_gga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (N_gga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (N_gga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these n_ggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped in my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, n_gga
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Some n_ggas thug, and some n_ggas is b_tch
Some n_ggas rob, and some n_ggas'll pitch
Some n_ggas ain't got sh_t, some n_ggas rich
Some n_ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya b_tch ass eyes
Still I'm that n_gga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now could you hear n_gga all in this place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
More you give a n_gga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to f_ck wit my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me
[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some n_ggas thug, and some n_ggas is b_tch
Some n_ggas'll rob, and some n_ggas'll pitch
Some n_ggas ain't got nothin, some n_ggas rich
Some n_ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch, n_gga
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