Paul Cain - n***az lyrics

[Hook - Paul Cain] Some n***as thug, and some n***as is b**h Some n***as'll rob, and some n***as'll pitch Some n***as ain't got sh**, some n***as rich Some n***as do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 1 - Paul Cain] Now some n***as like to pull out and talk, some n***as pop off Some n***as found they way to the top, some n***as got lost Some n***as keep it thorough in jail, some n***as got soft Some n***as ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off And quick to speed off on the jake Quick to back, any n***a gettin money, come up off of the safe f** the city, I'm extortin the state I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 And I was taught, never talk wit a snake When you k** a n***a you love, you pay for the coffin and wake Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't f** wit n***as, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and n***as going back and forth to court could relate f** wit me, and I'mma alter ya fate Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape We in the game most dudes ain't built for Cain talk the type of sh**, n***as get k**ed for Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, n***a [Hook - Fabolous] Some n***as thug, and some n***as is b**h Some n***as rob, and some n***as'll pitch Some n***as ain't got nothin, some n***as rich Some n***as do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 2 - Fabolous] These n***as act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lame That ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (n***a!) Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the gra** stains (n***a!) Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (n***a!) Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (n***a!) Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came I knew these n***as sing like pits, so I stash change The singles chipped in my a** changed But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dames I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter I ain't much of a fighter But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch and a Spyder My dope is much more than whiter One hit'll have the fiends yelling out, they need crutches and lighters The Fed's can't touch or indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, n***a [Hook - Joe Budden] Some n***as thug, and some n***as is b**h Some n***as rob, and some n***as'll pitch Some n***as ain't got sh**, some n***as rich Some n***as do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice! You prolly see that through ya b**h a** eyes Still I'm that n***a that you get at why They forget that they knew me, remeber me thug I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy 'Member they back you down, when knives was out .45 was out, scully ya eyes come out But now cuz you hear n***a all in his place That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face More you give a n***a, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef Knowin I'm slower to do so, cause I got much more at stake HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating off rap, that same feat you think you capable of Don't get me wrong, I would like to dead it But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's This is the wrong time to f** wit my head I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me