Jason Goldstein - Quiet n***as lyrics

[Produced by Dame Grease] [Intro:] Where my real n***as at Theres a lot of real n***as out there Theres a lot of real n***as everywhere Thats why you don't f** with just anybody A lot of n***as is just on the low, chillin Not botherin nobody, until one motha f**a f** with em And then all hell break loose [Hook:] x2 Quiet n***as will k** Loud n***as talk sh** Them be the ones that get k**ed It's wild where we walk kid Is you brave n***a Is you a slave n***a Is you a made n***a Or is you a paid n***a [Verse 1: Grand Wizard] Well known gangstas, in trust That we bust Your heart and soul lies with us Boldly go where we once took a n***a before Now the motha f**a beggin for more Its the reason Standin here shakin, hatin the haters They watchin my paper Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes Now what the f** you think he saw before he drop n***a standin there just like a cop Braveheart I'm screamin up the block Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact Don't let me get up and show yawl motha f**a's respect Plans connect The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck More Jazz than Hornacek I blast and leave your corner wet Straight on top of ya Spittin like the trench coat mafia In a school yard we make it hard Was poppin yawl We made our change was stoppin y'all They spray your names rest in peace on the ??? wall [Hook:] x2 [Verse 2: Horse] I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause Sling them things 'til you buried in, you betta get yours Time is runnin out Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak Giuliani turns these lights on so n***as can't creep I miss the sh** of days we did this Please free John Gotti They kept the black man eatin, not k**in everybody Drug wars is real You have no friends in the outfield Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 Can't die a broke man with a b**h thats fine My hearts full of braveness so who the f** will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation Don't play us on your station if you p**y or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin Don't play us on your station if you p**y or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin [Hook:] x2 [Verse 3: Jungle] We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal Shots in your body make you see through Quiet n***as become jail riot n***as 25 to life, big never cry n***as Floss when they up north Chest gettin bigger Celebs on the V I respect that n***a Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor Come through on man gang like the predator If yawl wake I'll wet it up Jungle set it up The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what Ill will the label Bravehearts yawl scared of us [Verse 4: Nas] Yo when those n***as ran these n***as stayed With these n***as switched up and b**hed up afraid These n***as clicked up and ripped up the gauge Those n***as got jail and sick cause we paid Don't even rep Q B You ain't got hood stripes Looters come through catch you frontin And its good night Know how much force this is Jungle, Horse, and Wiz Notin but horses kid We go to war for this [Hook:] x3