[Verse 1]

Local killin', drug dealin', penicillin, trigger finger itchin'

Niggas bustin' pistols, kill your brother, slap your sister

Single mothers raise the toughest niggas

Daddy wasn't 'round to teach him how to deal with feelings, sellin' pussy, back in business, crack in kitchens

I won't let these crackers kill me even if I lose it all

Multiply it back with gremlins, still we magic, Shaq or vintage

Spirit of a Makaveli, blastin' Biggie

They not livin' to see forty, but they keep a forty spillin'

Babies growin' up autistic, I see demons wrapped in ribbons

Like I'm Cube with the bat swingin' for my rap percentage

Pretty bitches, ass and titties (Yeah), niggas, do you feel me?

Black code over street code, nigga, is you with me?

[Interlude]

Niggas are the best of people that were slaves, you know what I mean?

And that's how they got to be niggas

'Cause they stole the cream of the crop from Africa and brought 'em over here

And put us all together called one tribe, niggas

[Verse 2]

All y'all niggas was a lame in school

Now you got a job at a label, got a little fame and you think that it made you cool?

Kill an A&R when I aim this tool

Nigga better duck when I bang out

Dance to the tune of a Bojangles groove

You the label's favorite fool

Underground ho bangin' that Screw

Let no cracker hang my noose

Might need paintings at the Louvre

The game is cruel and filled with clowns

Red noses and painted shoes

Fuck a rich nigga complainin', boy, my pain don't make the news

The naked truth, yeah, that's why all these hoes here came in nude

This that hip-hops, one-twos and you don't stops

Bet your ho sweat me like when police kicked down your dope spot

At least let the coke dry

This La Cosa Nostra

Ridin' with them pies like them niggas with them bowties

Fourteen niggas with K's, boy, we 'bout to hit a gold mine

Potato on the barrel, shit get nastier than cold fries

See right through your bullshit, Slick Rick, don't need both eyes

Niggas talk that real shit, then be out here so flaw

Out here with them bad vibes, 'actin' like you know God

You's a bitch (Bitch), you's a ho (Ho), fuck nigga (Nigga), no pause

In these streets, nigga, wholeheartedly, at your top like a dope barber

Black on black like I know Garvey, might die a martyr

I ain't heard about you before the starter

Sick of these weak rap niggas misleadin' and cheerin'

When it come to a white man, you ain't standin' on business

Most of y'all, you niggas look silly

Tap dance 'round a nigga feelings

If you disagree, get busy

Criticism taken by the realest

I would rather help you then to kill you

[Outro]

Niggas

Niggas