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grip - menace ... nigganomics lyrics

[part 1: menace]

[verse 1]
‘fore scr-ppin’ up, hit the store for some blunts and a six pack
my pockets [?] jack and this b-tch on my hip can fix that
cl!ck clack, feel my wrist snap from the impact of the kickback
don’t care if your skin black, pump iron like gym rats
[?], i’m bringing terror to rich cats
y’all from the era of get scr-ps, i’m from the era of get strap
i’m eager to let that b-tch clap, i’m trigger happy, that’s big facts
if it ain’t ’bout chips, then the sh-t wack, i hit a l!ck for six racks
gotta wait for the pigs to dispatch, got a phone call but my next victim
my homie down by [?] but the tec with him, let’s get him
creep up like shin0bi, then i’m at his head with the .40
he said “nah, not the rollie,” n-gga, now it’s a stollie
need your wallet and your necklace, i’m just marking off the checklist
don’t flinch unless you got a death wish
you would think i was possessed with how i’m coming at your possessions, obsessed with automatic weapons
and every crime is committed with no sign of a witness
run up on you while you’re mindin’ your business, mind of a menace

[part 2: n-gganomics]

[bridge]
uh, uh, yeah, yeah, hold on, hold on
this, this that street knowledge
street, street, street, street knowledge
the mind, the mind, man
nah, nah, no, no, the mind, the mind
it equals street knowledge, well equals street knowledge and n-gga, n-gganomics, n-gga
hold on, hold on, n-gga, hold on, n-gga
this that, this that n-gganomics

[verse 2]
i’m from the home of the [?]
n-gga put on a mask and rob instead of gettin’ his -ss a job
we don’t need dress shirt and slacks to earn, plenty of us to burn, bankin’ on your baby mama’s tax return (tax return)
probably sn-tched up [?] for a couple of dollars
hood scholars, they never relied on college (f-ck that sh-t)
this the sh-t they learned from the streets, applied the knowledge
my only advice is hide your wallet (wallet, wallet, wallet)
n-ggas want all the smoke, hydroponics, chronic
used to be ebonics, n-gganomics (street knowledge)
n0body makin’ an honest living or living honest
r.i.p [?] with baby faces, payin’ homage (payin’ homage, n-gga)
humbled by homicides that hit close to home
roaming through places you wasn’t ‘posed to roam
god blessed the kid that had to hold his own ’cause pops couldn’t fight the temptation to be a rolling stone (f-ck that n-gga, n-gga)
[?], you know the zone
where young n-ggas talkin’ chrome, plottin’ on ogs to be overthrown
trappin’ off mobile phones, sandwich bags and digital scales
stories, so many of them so little to tell
h-ll, if i spit it, then i did it, i don’t make up things (make up things)
a broke n-gga, i’m too busy tryna scr-pe up change (scr-pe up change)
probably blowin’ on a deuce deuce and a scratch off ticket
a couple of grams, a few backwoods and a two piece chicken
and 12 do be trippin’, so i ain’t swervin’ in the bit (i ain’t swervin’ in the bit)
i look cool when i’m behind the wheel, nervous as sh-t (skrrt)
for all the brews we sippin’, i [?] on the curve
my b-tch get on my nerves (man, f-ck her) but we lit when a ebt hit on the third
[?], on my darker skin, why i’d rather park a benz in an apartment
buyin’ bottles at the club with my partner and them, then scratchin’ my head on monday ’cause my pockets slim (f-ck)
my only option to start profiting, is back on the block with a glock, slangin’ rock again
i always say i’ma stop, which i’ve yet to do (f-ck that sh-t)
i blow it and keep enough just to get me through (street knowledge)
and got sh-t to show for all the checks we blew, just a stifle view
spent my last couple hundred on a nike shoe
if you can relate, then you a part of the cycle too

[outro]
you know why? ’cause, ’cause, ’cause this that, that street knowledge
street, street knowledge

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