Fabolous

Niggaz

Fabolous


[Intro - DJ Clue] 
Yeah y'all 
This the Triangle Offense 
Ghetto Fab 
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens 
We all "Street Dreams" 
At one time or another 
Fast cars, cash 
Money, hustlin... 
C'mon y'all 
Desert Storm 

[Chorus - Paul Cain] 
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch 
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch 
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich 
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch 

[Verse 1 - Paul Cain] 
Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off 
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost 
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft 
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off 
And quick to speed off on the jake 
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe 
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state 
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake 
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight 
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 fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake 
Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate 
Fuck wit me, and I'ma 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 shit, niggas get killed 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, nigga 

[Chorus - Fabolous] 
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch 
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch 
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich 
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch 

[Verse 2 - Fabolous] 
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane 
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!) 
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine 
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!) 
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane 
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!) 
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame 
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!) 
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came 
I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change 
The singles chipped in my ass changed 
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance 
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 in a Spyder 
My dope is much more than whiter 
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters 
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers 
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga 

[Chorus - Joe Budden] 
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch 
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch 
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich 
Some niggas 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 bitch ass eyes 
Still I'm that nigga that you get at why 
Man 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 could you hear nigga all in this place 
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face 
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef 
Knowin I'm slower than 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 rat, that same feat you think you capable of 
Don't get me worng, I would like to get 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 fuck 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 

[Chorus - Fabolous] 
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch 
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch 
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich 
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch, nigga