What Ya'll Nigga's Want

Brooklyn
Quiet Money for life
Black Sopranos
Yall know what this is
N*ggas wanna, sound like me Get down like me Wanna eat, f*ckin' drink, lounge around like me Who d*ck bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall some b*tch n*ggas!
See I’m still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap n*ggas get on they toes
Now I’m more vane, See, I’m more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I’ma spaz like, who want what? I’m that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
What yall n*ggas want n*gga?
Ugh, F*ck yall n*ggas want?
Uh-huh, ugh, whoa
(Foxy Brown)
Since Sugar Hill, Sh*t got reala
Got more illa, more of not givin' a f*ck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I’ll kill ya More kidnappin' n*ggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya It’s that reala
Hit ya, back split ya Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya It’s Sos' n*gga, Live in the flesh, Up close n*gga
'Cause i’ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I’m all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
Benz Jags Range Vogues
Henny Cris Remy Mo
N*ggas Gotta Feel this Flow
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 Cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we ain’t come to shower, we came to reign!
And it’s the Fox to the
5 n*ggas got them glocks to ya We on ya block, like how not could ya?
It’s the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
Flow like whoa! B*tch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew’ll get two through they vest too
So f*ck you, Diddy don’t dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothaf*ckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It’s so true, It’s nothin' to post a toast to Brook’Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
Benz
Jags
Range
Vogues
Henny
Cris
Remy
Mo
N*ggas
Gotta
Feel this glow
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!