You Nia’z lyrics

by

Outlawz


[Intro]
G'eah
Blue Stamp official
Year Round
Keep it Compton
Brenk Sinatra on the beat
Leaving a couple of suckers terrified
Blue Stamp organize
Most Wanted gang
Lets get em'

[Verse 1]
All the motherf*ckers here nowdays on the mic
n*ggas tricking of a mill and what that feel like
Or a brand new dance, house, car or plane
Then they wonder why n*ggas get to snatching their chain
Everybody T-pain or another motherf*cker
Or some clowns tryna bang
I'm a get you sucker
Man, identity theft
You don't know yourself
Better check like Cube
Before your dead on the shelf
Paid the cost to be the boss
Now theres a couple of bossess
n*ggas is gone test
So you know what the cost is
And these internet sites
With they forums and bites
Another day another new n*gga that they like
n*ggas f*cking up the game
But they still don't care
Every other day a new motherf*cker up there
Just like the game kidnap
I can make a n*gga dance
So I leave with the sap
G'eah

[Hook]
And we ain't f*cking with you
G'eah, G'eah
I said these clowns ain't real
They ain't spittin on the mic
With sh*t we can't feel
And uh
We ain't f*cking with you
G'eah, G'eah
I said these clowns ain't real
They be spittin on the mic
With sh*t I can't feel

[Verse 2]
Tryna keep it all hood
sh*t gone take a miracle
Long as the sh*t catchy
You ain't gotta be lyrical
Destroy the air
Y'all welcome to tear
Who be f*cking up the game
See the man in the mirror
Its a recession why you f*cking off chips
On them high sided n*ggas grabbing chains and whips
I'm here to whoop em' into shape
Let me [blow em' the great?]
You know the menace keep straight
With the sh*t I create
Its like ya' diggin' in the crates
Find an old school jam
Back down memory lane type of n*gga I am
Motherf*ckers like spam
So I gotta be thin
Killing the f*cking virus
When they try to get in
Go run tell a friend
G'eah, go tell that
We in the spot with chicken heads
Like Project Pat
In the mean street of compton everybody on cue
Couple n*ggas f*cking up
Looking just like you
And uh

[Hook]
We ain't f*cking with you
G'eah
I said these n*ggas ain't real
They be spittin on the mic
With sh*t we can't feel
And uh
We ain't f*cking with you
G'eah
I said these n*ggas ain't real
They be spittin on the mic
Come on..

[Verse 3]
Nowadays its a shame couple phony ass names
Now these funny motherf*ckers make the crowd a game
I'm the next dance craze motherf*cker like Hammer
f*ck it, I sold sacks so i'm Tony Montana
Maybe the next hard motherf*cker with the grammer
Out of banging influence your wearing a bandana
Greed give me everything that I need
The real from the west so yes I proceed
We on a mission, follow the code
I'm heading to the west were the guns explode
Story been told but nobody tell it better that Eiht
So lets get 1 thing straight
I ain't 1 to f*ck around
Get the rap and tryna' floss
n*ggas murder in the streets
Couple good n*ggas lost
No brained washed fairy tales, G'eah
We hustle everything everyday for sale
G'eah

[Hook]
I said these clowns ain't real
They be spittin on the mic
With sh*t I can't feel
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