LET MY NIGGAS LIVE

Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets mindin my own business And “bam!!” I'm gonna be shot by some pig who's gonna swear that it was a mistake. I accept that as a part of my destiny... That's right, yo aeh, yo, aeh yo, aeh yo Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper Catch me in the caper or trumes yo Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's guard body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions Post wit iron, no cryin rules, let my niggas live, a yo let my niggas live Handle ya bid and kill no kids Million man feet, whole family eat, yo, yall niggas is weak Got a bird beak, chirp-chirp speak Kids that's rich that'll run in ya in by the third week Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak That's that fire, move like Shwinns yo Invisible pens that right light, leak blends Hit wit the J.F. Kennedy shot, smash wit the Acapulco rifle Got, got, boat off but got clocked Legendary hand, custom, made his shit bladed Word up, design ya alphabet, reps get graded We in get high saloons, big bag of shrimps, arms length Home overlarge 10 big rooms So what, we up in here, modelin large wit rigorous moves Got it guards bust my ham at frauds, call him a live merchant Dressed in all red, that's right yall Gucci jumper X-5 getting more head Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper Catch me in the caper or trumes yo Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's guard body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions Post wit iron, no cryin rules, let my niggas live, a yo let my niggas live Handle ya bid and kill no kids I scream at the mirror, curse, ask god, “Why me?” Run in the black church, gun in my hand, yall try me I'm God's son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey Rastafari ari, hail Hiali Selassie Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours I hear murder plans from dope fiends, with elephant hands Snot's in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile It's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin Rocks cookin, underground bodies stiffin, cops looking Bird shit drop on the window pane The oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die wit no name I been on boats, nutt down throats, peed on bitches that fame this pretty dick Puttin stitches in they anus I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper Catch me in the caper or trumes yo Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's guard body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions Post wit iron, no cryin rules, let my niggas live, a yo let my niggas live Handle ya bid and kill no kids Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck C.O. clip, and jerk the whole yard wet Block vets, pop Barettas Glocks and Tecks You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the projects Checki ya shorty wit the black tail stance Leapord pants, yellin “fuck a man” makin killins off a lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drug traps got you huntin for crumbs, touched wit a razor Semi-autos roar in the building halls Symptoms of blood sport, the slugs are still in walls Call it a “New York state of mind” gotta take mine In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya 41 times SO I live by the sword and obey hood law Make my team click like high heels on wood floors Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper Catch me in the caper or trumes yo Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's guard body Challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions Post wit iron, no cryin rules, let my niggas live, a yo let my niggas live Handle ya bid and kill no kids...