Various Artists - Some n***az lyrics

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Various Artists - Some n***az lyrics

Chorus: x2 Some n***as Blood and some n***as Crip(uh huh) Some n***as thugs and some n***as is b**h(what?) Some n***as ain't got nothing some n***as rich(you heard?) Some n***as die frontin' and some livin' this sh**(4 real) Verse 1: Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need I'm gettin something, if not then im hittin' something Definately, especially if my rims is touchin' Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind You can throw 1000 signs, im only concerned about the dollar signs Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet State to state, nationally, actually, factually I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry I got And 1's that match with me City capture me, I have them n***as scared to act with me Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be Hollerin' and he bustin' big guns and coming after me I'm willin', real live sh**, ain't no acting B It's not a game, WE AINT PLAYIN Dunn we praying Won't stop till everyone laying, on the pavement Every n***a you came with, is gettin painted We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise I seen the best of them die Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye So you can see d**h, take a deep breath and say goodbye Why? Chorus:(x2) Some n***as Blood and some n***as Crip(uh huh) Some n***as thugs and some n***as is b**h(what?) Some n***as ain't got nothing some n***as rich(you heard?) Some n***as die frontin' and some livin' this sh**(4 real) Verse 2: Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill f** a hundred thou i need a few mil Even if it means you k** You resting in peace i rest in blue steel Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant Click, ten in the whip I know bohemians wit plenty of chips Pull this off and we'll be rich Filthy as top, bill the milkiest In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live They on some rims sh**, hindu n***as, reading sandscript I wanna 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 chain sh** Tied them up, red dot 'em up, f** the ransom sh** Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's Splittin' mathematics on the weekday Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me Chorus (repeat til fade)