My Niggas lyrics

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Send "My Niggas" Ringtone to your Cell featuring Foxy Brown The Lox Yeah Uhhh [Foxy] It`s time for everybody To get they muthafuckin` minds right Cause it`s about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin` L O X That`s right Chorus (Styles) >From the top of New York where they be poppin` they corks >From the bottom of the slums where they be poppin` they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one`s But niggas goin` hand and hand, are havin` to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don`t know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya`ll niggas try to quaratine us Ya`ll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on My python, gettin` sex In hotels with connect the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm Room service, bring `em champagne with five matts on >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, ya`ll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin` off pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have all nighties Suckin` dick, me I`m on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin` off, while these hoes see these doubles click Chorus (Styles) >From the top of New York, where they be poppin` they corks >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin` they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one`s But niggas goin` hand and hand, are havin` to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don`t know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin` them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin` that Crist` Specially to the one`s, who be ridin` that dick And if the pussy bangin`, hope it cop to a stick And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh Shit got dick, let `em ground for these cats And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62`s, taped to the top Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It`s a ditry game, when it come to slingin` them thangs Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh Chorus (Styles) >From the top of New York, where they be poppin` they corks >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin` they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one`s But niggas goin` hand and hand, are havin` to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don`t know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate [Styles] Fred one, for niggas that be bustin` they gun Till the death, what`d you expect for a couple of one`s Fred two, for niggas that ain`t ever had shit Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain`t never comin` home, but you know how it be Livin` to die, but niggas ain`t willin` to die If you bust up in the air, you ain`t killin` the sky Feelin` the high, nigga is you willin` to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain`t stealin` the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya`ll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it`s a joke, you`ll die laughing Hoppin` out the plane, and only bring the captain Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin` me Dog I`m a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I`m layin` in the cut While you playin` in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I`m spiritually, drunkier then a winow Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell `em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I`m the govenor, ya`ll bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we need passports at the border Transport the water, sheerest corner Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn`t the cure Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up Nobody gets up Muthafuckas L-O-X muthafucka L-O-X, try this shit Chorus (with ad-libs) >From the top of New York, where they be poppin` they corks >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin` they guns Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one`s But niggas goin` hand and hand, are havin` to run The niggas that had cake and got sent up state For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who up out the ghetto, but don`t know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate Send " My Niggas" Ringtone to your Cell My Niggas lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | My Niggas lyrics @ ELyrics | My Niggas lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | My Niggas lyrics @ Songlyrics | My Niggas lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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