Half-A-Mill - Some n***az (Extended Version) lyrics

[Chorus] Some n***as Blood and some n***as Crip Some n***as thugs and some n***as is b**h Some n***as ain't got nothin some n***as rich Some n***as die frontin and some livin the sh** Chorus 2x [Verse 1] Ayo, we play for keeps, taught from day one how to blaze the heat Three-hundred and sixty ways to eat, razor blade your meat I'm getting something, if not, then I'm hitting something Definetley, especially if my ribs is touching Out for mine, for your shines I'll blow you out your mind You could throw a thousand signs I'm only concerned about the dollar signs Stashing my cheese, stashing my crack in back of my Fi State to state, nationally! Actually, factually I'll fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry! I got M1's and macs with me, send your cash to me I'll have them n***as scared to ask for me Throw your man off the Tappanzee Other members of your running, where the traffic be? Highland, he busting big guns, they coming after me I'm wilding, real live sh**, ain't no acting B It's not a game, we ain't playing Dun, we spraying, won't stop till everyone laying on the pavement Every n***a you came with is getting painted We specialize in wetting guys, technicalize Smith & Wessun-ilize, I've seen the best of them die Especially, testing I, put the teck to your eye So you can see d**h, take a deep breath And say goodbye, Why!? Chorus 2x [Verse 2] Streets is too real, thug nowadays is to ill f** a hundred thou, I need a few mil Even if it leaves you k**ed You resting in peace, I rest with blue steel I'm even wetting police and Navy blue seals How crazy you feel!? Militant click, ten in the whip I know Bohemians with, plenty of chips Pull this off and we'll be rich, filthiest top billing milkiest In the Hamptons, out on the mansions where they live They on some ram sh**, Hindu n***as, reading sanscrit I want a man by every exit so they can't split Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit Yo, they got gold cows, gold owls, on some chanting sh** Tie them up, red dot them up, f** the ransom sh** Hit the safe, chips in the case, back to the whip Dun, we laced, back to BK, Albany,relaxed in the PJ's Splitting mathematics on a weekday South of P chases stuffed inside of briefcases quiet money! Keep our mouth shut like freemasons paid men Chorus 2x [Verse 3] We from the housing bricks pushing year two-thousand whips We went from ounces to bricks, house on the cliff Thousands on the wrist, got a crew of wild villains Thats down to flip, down to spit Real live thugs above the counterfeit Real live drug, under the counter sh**, a pound a hit Who you riding with might be the n***a you dying with Shot on fire we shot n***as cause they was wired kid New drops up, pull rooftops up Shoot your spots up, put pirranas in your hot tub Might be a bomb under the cork next time you pop bub, n***a!