Broke Niggaz lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Broke Niggaz



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featuring Knuckle Head Eclipse

Chorus
*(Yukmouth)*

Broke niggas make the best
crooks
ya best look
over your
shoulder
if you's a Highroller
(broke mutha
fuckas they make the best crooks)
(broke mutha
fuckas they make the best crooks)

Verse 1
*(Knumskull)*

Let's see how your vest
look
see if it fits ya
picture four hideous
hustlas
quick to lick the silliest bustas
I
played the roll
and ready to fold
fix
bitches in gold
is a no-no
livin low like
De La Soul
it's the "O"
and the folks don't
understand
yes you can
rush, shake the
van
and catch the Ice Cream Man
they know
me
as the loyal citizen
the boy who
visited
hot
but on the spot
I'm more
chillier than Dennis-in
finishin up my
zip
quick to make my grip
you fuck around
and get licked
by the Luni click
so that
means bitches can't fade me
fuck
lobster
I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the
monsta on Aliens
I got work
someone told
Knumskullin
rollin
four man deep
in a
stolen jeep
wit heat
keep the space between
niggas and me ever
What? Ballin outta
control??!!
Nah, petty theivin
leavin no
evidence or clues
bitch you gets a date wit yo
moms
but you gets robbed by the Luniz
fool
if I was a bum
I'd be straight to ride
out
fuck a piece of the pie
I take the whole
cake and sky out.

*(chorus)*
x1

Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)*

Knuckle
Head
fool wit that master plan
yeah
got
my glock caulked
wit my yay in my
hand
understand
I'm bigger than
fourth
indo man
that rappin nigga also known as Mr.
Window Man
cuz when I roll
nigga I rolls
deep
I be killin mutha fuckas in they
sleep
So punk P!
The situation is I skipped
it
no set trip
got the glock
caulked
keepin the tech on the hip
like a
pro
deep up on the slope
pick up the
pace
wit no time to waste
put my gun to his
fuckin face
action-packed wit my shit
it's
the poetry
kickin this psycho shit
wit my
click
so you knows of me
it's goin
down
I'm all about my mail
wit my
g's
flipped from keys
equals dope I'm a
sale
client-tell
got me on top wit raps a
crook
but all you ever get
is cum in yo
little lungs
so mutha fuckas took they last
look
(I'm broke, I'm sellin check
books)
cuz broke niggas make the best
crooks.

*(chorus)* x1

*(Yukmouth
talking)*

Eh bail, look who that? Who the
fuck is that?

*(Dope man
talking)*

You're cocaine, give it to me.
Now!

*(Yukmouth)*

What the fuck
you? You must be snortin some shit or
something.
(What the fuck is
that?!)

*(yelling and screaming in
back)*

*(Knumskull talking)*

Let's
go turn off all the lights
and make it seem
like no ones home
niggas comin from the
Eastside
bout to hoo ride and get
stole.

Verse 3 *(Eclipse)*

See the
whole thang was a plot
cuz that bitch you got,
she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock
Lexus
coupe
fill it up wit hella loot
since your
neighbors are all in my business
you niggas
don't need to know who the fuck this is
juss
throw on a ski mask
and then I dash
this my
last visit
and then I'm outtie
350
prob'ley
you niggas scared
don't stop
me
I'm a pro
when it comes to gangsta
robberies
the Paraphanalia
the
niggas
the killas
the Mobb
the
riggas
the skrilla
the dealas is doin they
job
Eclipse
keeps clips
(So don't you
make 'em wanna blast nigga)
I'd rather jack yo
ass nigga
than be a broke ass
nigga.

*(chorus)* x1

Verse 4
*(Yukmouth)*

Dope fiends in the
kitchen
smokin on a pipe
hustlas on the
corner
shootin dice
all of my folks in
jail
raisin hell
got bitches on the whole
stroll
sellin fruit cocktales
to clock
mail
fuck pimps
ballas
shot
callas
all of us gots to get our money
on
Oakland be's no joke
it ain't no mutha
fuckin funny bone
sky out to your Honey Comb
Hideout
Money gone!
pullin capers on
fakes
erase your papers like white
out
ain't no tryouts
or basketball
sports
juss a crazy horse
my four-fifth
strapped when shootin craps on the porch
back
and fourth
like Cameo
I'm always Death
Row
even though I try
I can't let
go
like Mariah
Carry the four-fiver
to
blow shit up like Maguyver
me be steadily
Mobbin an robbin a cab driver
either be a
broke ass
no cash
havin your doe on
I
float on
break more niggas than
Ozone
what
really goes on
hops
the
props I must
clock
hearin no glock
will
have that ass holdin like buckshots
fuck
cops
I post on the block slangin
crack-noid
avoid being broke
I'm tradin
places wit Dan Akroyd

*(chorus)* x1