HALF-A-MIL - Some Niggaz (Extended Version) lyrics

[Chorus]

Some niggaz Blood and some niggaz Crip

Some niggaz thugs and some niggaz is bitch

Some niggaz ain't got nothin some niggaz rich

Some niggaz die frontin and some livin the shit

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 1]

Ayo, we play for keeps, taught from day one how to blaze the heat

three-hundred and sixty ways to eat, razor blade your knee

I'm getting something, if not, then I'm hitting something

Definetley, especially if my ribs is touching

Out for mine, for your shines I'll blow you out your mind

You could throw a thousand signs,

I'm only concerned about the dollar signs

Stashing my cheese, stashing my crack in back of my Fi

State 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 me

I'll have them niggaz scared to ask for me

Throw your man off the cap of zee

Other members of your running, where the traffic be?

Highland, he busting big guns, they coming after me

I'm wilding, real live shit, ain't no acting B

It's not a game, we ain't playing

Dun, we spraying, won't stop till everyone laying on the pavement

Every nigga you came with is getting painted

We specialize in wetting guys, technicalize

Smith & Wessun-ilize, I've seen the best of them die

Especially, testing I, put the teck to your eye

So you can see death, take a deep breath

and say goodbye, Why!?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

Streets is too real, thug nowadays is to ill

Fuck a hundred thou, I need a few mil

Even if it leaves you killed

You resting in peace, I rest with blue steel

I'm even wetting police and Navy blue seals,

how crazy you feel!?

Militant click, ten in the whip

I know Bohemians with, plenty of chips

Pull this off and we'll be rich, filthiest top billing milkiest

In the Hamptons, out on the mansions where they live

They on some ram shit, Hindu niggaz, reading sanscrit

I want a 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 chanting shit

Tie them up, red dot them up, fuck the ransom shit

Hit the safe, chips in the case, back to the whip

Dun, we laced, back to BK, orally relaxed in the PJ's

Splitting mathematics on a weekday

South of P chases stuffed inside of briefcases quiet money!

Keep our mouth shut like freemasons paid men

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[Verse 3]

We from the housing bricks pushing year two-thousand whips

We went from ounces to bricks, house on the cliff

Thousands on the wrist, got a crew of rivalers

thats down to flip, down to spit

Real live thugs above the counterfeit

Real live drug, under the counter shit, a pound a hit

Who you riding with might be the nigga you dying with

Shot on fire we shot niggaz cause they was wired kid

New drops up, pull rooftops up

Shoot your spots up, put pirranas in your hot tub

Might be a bomb under the cork next time you pop bub, nigga!