My Niggaz lyrics

Artist  : L-burna 
Song : My Niggaz



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 (Chorus) 
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 
Ak-47, so you better hit the ground 
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 
Ak-47, nigga get the f**k down! 

(L-Burna) 
Have you kicked it with this thug lately? 
Well, if not, you need to try, 
Baby,look deep into my mind, and you could find
just what the game made me 
Rough and rugged, come get this thuggish ruggish
rush 
Get a taste of what these bit*hes just can't
touch 
And I be the number one assasin, second to none
and steadily blastin' 
All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I
be doin' to get this cash 
And ?? went out of fashion ?? to get you laid
down 
This St. Clair thugsta Bone 
So all of them niggas that's flossin' the
industry 
We put one thru your dome 
Nigga, here I go again, thuggish ruggish in the
Benz 
Bit*hes love me with these ends 
Braids blowin' off in the wind 
Tossin' forties out the windows with the top
dropped, and my glock cocked 
Little nigga, that block made hot, and i'm that
nigga that blew the spot 
Double nine to the 2 tripple zero, millenium hero

Nigga, I stay right with my people, 'cause these
wicked as* streets be lethal 
 
Niggas is see thru, they transparent, they ghost
writin' 
'Cause a nigga like me, i'm tired 
Keep a good reach up on my pile day and night 
It's about that business, nigga, get checked,
respect what's mine 
Any you niggas cross the gunline, you can bet
that as* is mine 
Nigga, we done sold 30 million plus, who f**kin'
with that? 
Nigga, wanna test me and what I represent, i'll
f**k you with a rap 
That's why I be tuckin' my strap up under my lap
when I get my creep on 
Reason I stress this sh*t in each song, 
'Cause I mean it when i'm screamin' murda 
Have you ever heard of a nigga that went and got
it? 
Got a glock, then really shot it, mothaf**kas
that's bout it bout it 
Little young niggas that's doin' they thing 
True of game, are Thug Emortalz 
Nigga, don't make me have to force my hand and
body 'round your torso 
But of course, hold no remorse for enemies or
advasaries 
It be body bags and caskets, skull and bones and
cemetaries 

(Chorus)4x 
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 
Ak-47, so you better hit the ground