n*ggaz lyrics

[Chorus: Paul Cain]
Some n*ggas thug, and some n*ggas is b*tch
Some n*ggas'll rob, and some n*ggas'll pitch
Some n*ggas ain't got sh*t, some n*ggas rich
Some n*ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 1: Paul Cain]
Now some n*ggas like to pull out and talk, some n*ggas pop off
Some n*ggas found they way to the top, some n*ggas got lost
Some n*ggas keep it thorough in jail, some n*ggas got soft
Some n*ggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the Jake
Quick to back, any n*gga gettin' money, come up off of the safe
f*ck the city, I'm extortin' the state
I'm like O. from The Wire, walk with a sawed-off and a .8
And I was taught, never talk with a snake
When you kill a n*gga 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*ck with n*ggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and n*ggas going back and forth to court could relate
f*ck with me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl that specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of sh*t n*ggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't wastin' a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mine, take it in blood, n*gga
[Chorus: Fabolous]
Some n*ggas thug, and some n*ggas is b*tch
Some n*ggas rob, and some n*ggas'll pitch
Some n*ggas ain't got nothin', some n*ggas rich
Some n*ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
These n*ggas 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*gga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and pass 'caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips with the grass stains (n*gga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (n*gga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, 'til my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (n*gga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these n*ggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped and my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dames
I'm why you stay in touch with 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 yellin' 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*gga
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Some n*ggas thug, and some n*ggas is b*tch
Some n*ggas rob, and some n*ggas'll pitch
Some n*ggas ain't got sh*t, some n*ggas rich
Some n*ggas 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*tch ass eyes
Still I'm that n*gga that you get at why
They forget that they knew me, remember me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkel 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*gga all in his place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin' all in his face
More you give a n*gga, 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 eatin' off rap, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me wrong, I would like to dead it
But you actin' 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*ck with 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 n*ggas thug, and some n*ggas is b*tch
Some n*ggas rob, and some n*ggas'll pitch
Some n*ggas ain't got nothin', some n*ggas rich
Some n*ggas do the time, and some live as a snitch