My Niggas lyrics

Artist  : Kid Capri 
Song : My Niggas



 Send "My Niggas" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Foxy Brown The
Lox

Yeah
Uhhh

[Foxy]
It's
time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin'
minds right
Cause it's about to go
down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid
Capri
Ill Na Na
And the muthafuckin' L O
X
That's right

Chorus
(Styles)

>From the top of New York where
they be poppin' they corks
>From the bottom of
the slums where they be poppin' they
guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are
havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got
sent up state
For the mother who lost the child
and had to settle for weight
For those who up
out the ghetto, but don't know how to
skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has
fallen to fate

[Sheek]
Aye yo, aye
yo
Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to
quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all
that like Orange Juice is
My gun American, but
my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between
us, laced out
Half my money from the drug
route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy
metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is
Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie
on
My python, gettin' sex
In hotels with
connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on
his ex
Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up
through a storm
Room service, bring 'em
champagne with five matts on
>From most hated,
to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is
movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get
it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release
dates
For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim
out the gates
>From Rusell Simmons to Puff,
Lox and DMX copped it
Big time, we probably
shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat
fish like whiteies
And bitches have all
nighties
Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail
shit
Standing up, jerkin' off, while these
hoes see these doubles click

Chorus
(Styles)

>From the top of New York, where
they be poppin' they corks
>From the bottom of
the slums, where they be poppin' they
guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are
havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got
sent up state
For the mother who lost the child
and had to settle for weight
For those who up
out the ghetto, but don't know how to
skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has
fallen to fate

[Foxy Brown]
Uhh,
uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin'
them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that
be poppin' that Crist'
Specially to the one's,
who be ridin' that dick
And if the pussy
bangin', hope it cop to a stick
And all my
thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these
cats
Out of twon, on a hound for these cats,
ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these
cats
And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund
for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for
these cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to
the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but
the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, I put
that one the life that I ride
Guilty charges,
straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my
crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby fuck if
I fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to
slingin' them thangs
Bail like a
hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit,
i used to trick that from jewels and the rings,
huh

Chorus (Styles)

>From the top
of New York, where they be poppin' they
corks
>From the bottom of the slums, where
they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock
whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin'
hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas
that had cake and got sent up state
For the
mother who lost the child and had to settle for
weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but
don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live
the life that has fallen to
fate

[Styles]
Fred one, for niggas that
be bustin' they gun
Till the death, what'd you
expect for a couple of one's
Fred two, for
niggas that ain't ever had shit
Messed up,
locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three,
for niggas on lock without a key
That ain't
never comin' home, but you know how it
be
Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to
die
If you bust up in the air, you ain't
killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, nigga is you
willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you
ain't stealin' the pie
I leave a bloody mess,
nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox
brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow
belly cowards, I want Money and the
Power
Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll
die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only
bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard
broke down and start beggin' me
Dog I'm a
whole different pedigree
Take me to the limit,
I'm layin' in the cut
While you playin' in the
scrimage
Meet you at the final
Lyrically,
I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
Posion,
house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell
'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
I'm
the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds
Take
orders, we need passports at the
border
Transport the water, sheerest
corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the
cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick
drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by
the time he spits up
Nobody gets
up

Muthafuckas
L-O-X
muthafucka
L-O-X, try this shit

Chorus
(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
guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are
havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got
sent up state
For the mother who lost the child
and had to settle for weight
For those who up
out the ghetto, but don't know how to
skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has
fallen to fate