Текст песни Lil` Cease f Blake C, Jay-Z, Mr. Bristal - 4 My Niggaz
Lil` Cease f Blake C, Jay-Z, Mr. Bristal - 4 My Niggaz слова песни
[Blake C]What you sayin`?Roc-A-Fella (uh huh)Gener-al (uh huh)B.I.G. (right on)QB (that show-nuff right on)Fuck niggas wanna do, man (nothing)See, Cease A Leo (huh)I`m for the kids (right)Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers, y`knowIt`s how we do it (yeah)Feel me baby?Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shottyI wanna move swift, but don`t blow like John GottyI`m something to watch, like the paparazziHard to copy, shock waves can`t stop meGot dogs big as Bruce Smith to block meIt`s Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weightJust might be, politely, leave your man to acheThe guns are dirty? You know I double check the safeI take it all, still be the last to escapeKick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chipsGot a new whip, new house, got a new zip codeWatch the stroll, little AceA soldier that was born to rollI love God and you know I got soulTo sell around the globe and more Bank than TowerDime just rewind-a, it was hard to find herFound out my niggas got right behind her(Overlappin last line)[Mr. Bristal]Y`all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifthBut I done did that, recognize the cliqueBack round six-four times, fellas and shitMake mils off the stories that we tellin` and shit`Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and CrisIn a lake with a waterproof on my wristBeen a professional, now I`m starting to mixWe rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya liveRun up in your crip, tie up your wife and kidsSend my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bidWe live this real street lifeAnd that`s word to B.I.G. (uh)I`m the type to analyze ya (what)Move swift like Kaiser (uh)My appearance suprise ya (yeah)About 5`4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)Don`t ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)[Chorus]I`ma do my thang, I`ma do my thangDo I do my thang, I`ma do my thangWatch me do my thang, I`ma do my thangFor my niggaz, do my thang, I`ma do my thangUh, do my thang, I`ma do my thangDo I do my thang, I`ma do my thangWatch me do my thang, I`ma do my thangFor my niggaz, Brooklyn[Lil` Cease]Yo, yo, yo, yoThis my war I ride for lick one in the sky forGet back everything that my nigga die forSince his death, many steps and many leftNiggas owe money, yo, niggas can`t pay a penny lessCease got the squeeze, I`ma let these fuckers knowBK style, my niggas Love the DoughAbout six hard years, eleven months agoWe was all puffin` `dro, nowhere to goNow I get dough, get low, let a slug blowCops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog goHere`s the answer, you fucking with Leo GanzaNigga`s coke so raw, you gon need a samplerNiggas better be as wise as me or die like meOr go see the board then and frown like meGot niggas takin` pictures throwin` pies on meMotherfuckers` All Eyez On MeWhatever happened to Brook-lawn?Better yet, Crook-lawn?Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked onPicture me making a shook songNo, I know the wars we took onNiggas better get gone[Jay Z]Yeah, flow sicker on every recordWatch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklaceWatch mine, about to make niggas very jealousIce in every letter, untouchable, can`t fuck with dukeThug spit, arms shake, who I`m gon playWith the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?Never heard so many choices from one manI make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jamFlows like sniffin` a hundred grams o`Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uhMake it real easy to lift your chain offBK style (what), see Jay how (uh)We don`t play fair, we play foulGo head, stand there, we spray crowdsLive from the 7-1-8If there ever was one greatI`m him, nigga, times three[Chorus to end]