Lyrics:
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
of dirt
You can tell by the way that we live
Onjogeza otya kumakya
Nga omanyi sinalya
Want to see me turn on your screen
Like 1,2,3
Count with me yeah we
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
shoulda seen it coming but i was blinded
By the long hard hours that I grinded
Beef is something that I've
Had a couple times
Ran a couple times, I've
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo yo, yo, yo
My son want his back, fuck that
(my shine is beautiful)
It's time right now, you know?
It's like we ain't fuckin with
Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
"You don't really think you're gonna get
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
[Featuring Black Spooks]
Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks
And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
Verner
My wheels spin slow
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up
it. (We taking ours in blood x2)
We taking ours in blood. This city got me trapped like an animal with criminal thoughts
I can't seem to turn away
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
Waits For No One
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
I want to capture the moment
I‘m going to live for today
tomorrow’s never what we
thought
up new walls
Nigga, take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, uh
Now
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in
are left in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point
hard over drums
Everybody wants to hum
Some other niggas song, be on the dick
Of other crews too long now where's your song
At got a whole tape but
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
city long
All these late nights I'm missing focus
No I can't hit it any longer
I'll be gone by tomorrow
I'm going too hard to be falling or losing
Got
'cause I've got 9 in the 2
And you think that you're hard
Know that you couldn't walk a yard
Much less a mile in my shoe
Most of the mandem shot 'Caine
of the Mics part two
See the level I’m on he wants to reach this
'Cause when I touch mic I’m the deepest
I’m the strongest, he’s the weakest
I’m on the A-list
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