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Kid Capri

My Niggas

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YeahUhhh[foxy]Its time for everybodyTo get they muthafuckin minds rightCause its about to go downStraight like thatOoohUhhhKid capriIll na naAnd the muthafuckin l-o-xThats rightChorus (styles)>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they gunsNiggas that rock whips and get plenty of onesBut niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to runThe niggas that had cake and got sent up stateFor the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weightFor those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skateGuess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate[sheek]Aye yo, aye yoOur shit contagious, so yall niggas try to quaratine usYall niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice isMy gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemiesSix cars between us, laced outHalf my money from the drug route, ya know how that goesWe into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the noseIs sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie onMy python, gettin sexIn hotels with connect the roomsFill letter walk through on his exJadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a stormRoom service, bring em champagne with five matts on>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget itNext stop is movies, yall check it when blockbuster get itCheap-skates, sweatin off pre-release datesFor money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped itBig time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropicsWhen we eat fish like whiteiesAnd bitches have all nightiesSuckin dick, me Im on some jail shitStanding up, jerkin off, while these hoes see these doubles clickChorus (styles)>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they gunsNiggas that rock whips and get plenty of onesBut niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to runThe niggas that had cake and got sent up stateFor the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weightFor those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skateGuess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate[foxy brown]Uhh, uhhBet I salute all chicks that be gettin them chipsThrow it up, for my bitches, that be poppin that cristSpecially to the ones, who be ridin that dickAnd if the pussy bangin, hope it cop to a stickAnd all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these catsOut of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehhShit got dick, let em ground for these catsAnd the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these catsMe and my bitches got down for these catsPaid our dues, for 62s, taped to the topSeen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fineLike a trooper, I put that one the life that I rideGuilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5Now fucking my crew, suffer and dieMaximum 25, baby fuck if I fryIts a ditry game, when it come to slingin them thangsBail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more changeShit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huhChorus (styles)>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they gunsNiggas that rock whips and get plenty of onesBut niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to runThe niggas that had cake and got sent up stateFor the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weightFor those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skateGuess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate[styles]Fred one, for niggas that be bustin they gunTill the death, whatd you expect for a couple of onesFred two, for niggas that aint ever had shitMessed up, locked down, go on and grab shitFred three, for niggas on lock without a keyThat aint never comin home, but you know how it beLivin to die, but niggas aint willin to dieIf you bust up in the air, you aint killin the skyFeelin the high, nigga is you willin to lieYou a crumb and you dumb, you aint stealin the pieI leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neckLox brothers, yall niggas is cock-suckersYellow belly cowards, I want money and the powerAssassin, you think its a joke, youll die laughingHoppin out the plane, and only bring the captainStart of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin meDog Im a whole different pedigreeTake me to the limit, Im layin in the cutWhile you playin in the scrimageMeet you at the finalLyrically, Im spiritually, drunkier then a winowPosion, house full of rhymeBring your boys inTell em take it easy, have a seat on the couchIm the govenor, yall bitch niggas is crowdsTake orders, we need passports at the borderTransport the water, sheerest cornerFell sick to be hit, but we wasnt the cureMake your ear-drums pop, probably lick dropEyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits upNobody gets upMuthafuckasL-o-x muthafuckaL-o-x, try this shitChorus (with ad-libs)>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they gunsNiggas that rock whips and get plenty of onesBut niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to runThe niggas that had cake and got sent up stateFor the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weightFor those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skateGuess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

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