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beelow - my niggaz lyrics

my n-gg-z [x7]

[chorus: x1]

these my n-gg-z ha, all my n-gg-z what
ballin n-gg-z ha, these my n-gg-z what
all my n-gg-z ha, ballin n-gg-z what
real -ss n-gg-z ha, these my n-gg-z what

these my n-gg- ha, all my n-gg-z what
ballin n-gg-z ha, these my n-gg-z what
tru azz n-gg-z ha, real azz n-gg-z what
ballin n-gg-z ha, these my n-gg-aaz

[verse 1: beelow]

i roll with nothing but the rawest azz n-gg-s,
that be watching my back
some down -ss n-gg-z that ain’t scared to shoot back
step up boy and put yo boots on
time to pay the price, you scared then get the f-ck on
boy, come and get these n-gg-z on these thugged out tracks
a million records sold, a million n-gg-z got my back
see them boys in the club, them my n-gg-z
see them boys posted on the block, them my n-gg-z
so n-gg- watch them boyz with the frowned up face
find the rawest ballin n-gg-z in the strangest place
you never know which one of my n-gg-z be on yo side
you never know which one of my n-gg-z ready to ride
you think you got ’em sewed up, them my n-gg-z
you think you got ’em barred out, them my n-gg-z
you think you got me roped off, them my n-gg-z
my n-gg-z, my n-gg-z, my n-gg-aaz

[chorus x1]

[verse 2:?]

n-gg- i gives a f-ck how you play it
f-ck where you from, f-ck what you do,
f-ck what you did, f-ck you is, and motherf-ck how you feel
n-gg- you ain’t saying sh-t, what you tryin’ to do
scare me motherf-cker you
i done told you once before don’t make me ice yo b-tch -ss
keep talking that ho sh-t, and lose yo face wit the quick fast
you come at me wrong you going the wrong f-cking way
b-tch i was born and raise in the land of trigga play
now get yo mind right n-gg-
we bout dome checking, cracking domes
ain’t no f-cking round over here
see that a.k. ain’t taking nann short
you can’t run, you can’t hide, once you up in it you gettin’ broke off
see that big b-tch ain’t playin’, that big b-tch ain’t cool,
that big b-tch off in the hands of a motherf-cking fool
we comin’ through, sh-t these my n-gg-z, all my n-gg-z,
all my ballin’ azz n-gg-z

[verse 3:?]

ryde or dye, these n-gg-z ain’t doing sh-t but point people out
they come to me to get high
f-cking let me breathe b-tch, back yo -ss up
motherf-cker you better realize, you f-cking with a nutt
they wanna smoke my weed, drink my liquor,
f-ck my hoes and all
floss out every night, but these n-gg-z ain’t ready to ball
i’m gone tell you to yo face if you ackin’ like a b-tch
and that’s one of the f-cking reasons you ain’t never had sh-t
me, i hustla for my b’s and ain’t no taking wit mine
you turn the lights off in the city b-tch i’m still gone shine
i sit back and recline, in my bed and wine
live my life to the fullest
my n-gg-?
b-tch i’m ballin’ big tyme
hear my motherf-ckin’ word, i’m hollin’ “f-ck dem other n-gg-z”
i kick they azz to the curb
so i can gets herb, then gets heard
relax my f-cking back?
get my d-ck suck while smoking on some killer herb
and you heard how i rush ya, not wit that dumb sh-t
n-gg- bring ya whole click, i’m hollin “f-ck who u come wit”
n-gg- i’m the king pin, the big cahouna
n-gg- i done been there and did that
i’m born to be a baller

[chorus x1]

[verse 4:?]

my n-gg-z all about the paper
make moves and pull capels
we don’t see sh-t unless a motherf-cker pay us
look, its all real, pumping sh-t that you can all feel
the rawest deal, hard hitters, f-ck with ya’ll feel
we all peel, we all hit caps with big gats
and smoke big sacks, stack the paper and sit back
we did that
leave a motherf-cker with his sh-t cracked
then dare the n-gg- to come back
when you here that click clack, better show me where yo sh-t at
n-gg-, i’m doing bad i got to get that, n-gg-
you ain’t ready for the kick back n-gg-
i bust ya’ll up with it
in the brc, down for the f-ckin’ south wit it
now they got some n-gg-z thats sweeter than a fragrance
in and out our business like a f-cking free agent
this my last time saying it
forever ballin off the top like in a knot
you better watch who u playing wit

[verse 5:?]

lauch the k’s, throw the gernades
if you under 35 get the f-ck out my way
n-gg- i chose the battle ground
me and my n-gg-z lay it down
wherever you caught slippin’ thats where u be found
you see me and my n-gg-z we bust ho’s
you see me and my n-gg-z ride on chrome
you see me and my n-gg-z flex on phone
you see me and my n-gg-z like al capone
you see me and my n-gg-z we to strong
you f-ck with me and my n-gg-z, you won’t live long
you see me and my n-gg-z a run in ya home
you better watch ya back boy its own, its own

[chorus repeats until fade]

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