mc eiht – you nia’z lyrics
[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-gg-s tricking of a mill and what that feel like
or a brand new dance, house, car or plane
then they wonder why n-gg-s get to sn-tching their chain
everybody t-pain or another motherf-cker
or some clowns tryna bang
i’m a get you sucker
man, ident-ty 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-gg-s is gone test
so you know what the cost is
and these internet sites
with they forums and bites
another day another new n-gg- that they like
n-gg-s 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-gg- 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-gg-s 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-gg- i am
motherf-ckers like spam
so i gotta be thin
k!lling 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-gg-s f-cking up
looking just like you
and uh
[hook]
we ain’t f-cking with you
g’eah
i said these n-gg-s 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-gg-s ain’t real
they be spittin on the mic
come on..
[verse 3]
nowadays its a shame couple phony -ss 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 n-body 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-gg-s murder in the streets
couple good n-gg-s 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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