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Mister nigga Nigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga) Stand up if you're a nigga Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms I ain't writin' ahead I aim right for your head Nigga, murder, death, kill Sex, money, mayhem Mournin' murder with a weapon, step into the A.M Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all? I will pop your noodle If I don't do it then Rock will shoot you One smack in your lung bag Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? P Stand up if you're a nigga Yo, ghetto rock stars Guns, no guitars Letras de cancionesThrow some blow on the table Bitches dancin' on the bar Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin' out my pores Riff full of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jaws Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida Keys Secrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D's Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs That wack shit go against my beliefs LT on the LP, iron on the mic "Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewise I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either My mama told me different but I never really believed her We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of bein' a D-Boy In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down Stand up if you're a nigga Pa'l carajo, cantaso Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo Shoot the loogie, they super boujee Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy Absolutely yucky and out your league, buddy Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town Then freak show, never no beef though Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, free throw Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf course Scream boat, then sped off in a dropped Porsche DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter Real slaughter Stand up if you're a nigga From Letras Mania