Gangsta Boo - Nigga Yeah Know Lyrics
[intro - gangsta boo]Yo, yo... what the *****s goin onWith all you undercover-ass playa hatersAll motha-*****in snitchMy nigga t. rock shitWhat the ***** yall tryin to do?Yall tryin to hold us down or somethin?Ya know what Im sayin, you niggas cant do thatcause we bout it babyYa know what Im sayin, its all goodWe can see you, but you cant see us niggaMe and the rockafella, t rock babyAtl, memphis, the whole motha-*****in southAnd you know that nigga[t. rock]Can I begin the story of a niggaTryin to make a million for eternityIn the city of atlantaReapin, wreck an angel from a grandmaBut it aint no way for me to make greentil my nigga t-low introduced meTo mac and the kazeThen no one could stop meAll that juice to her, I swear ?? prophet p and recruited meNigga I turned to prophet posseNot a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwideSpittin fury out my range and rideBurnin rappers like bacon friedWont you tell me wholl stop a playa 50 rollin nationwideProvin high niggas that you anxiousReplace his thang on busterous trains and campsWatch us from gauges, we snatchin your soulAnd vote it heaven or hell, you lames can vamp itAnd yous a nigga tryna spread a storybout some shit that didnt happen in my lifetimeAll you fakers and phonies are on the edgeLike a superstar man walkin tightlinesEver want a nigga on the white grindNationwide niggas on the riseSportin a disguise, creep up on yaAnd it dont matter what ? ?Triple 6 kill like clan and t. rockRockafella stretch a million other papersWont you realizeA nigga finally came up in the gameAll you freaks who used to dis know what you can kissAct like I dont know, you got to deal it straightNow you burnin niggas down to a crispAnd I dont risk cause Im t. r-o-c-kTryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze waysRunnin hoochies with gold in their mouthsAnd take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way[t. rock]1 - nigga yeah knowNigga, yeah knowWe rollin clean ridesAnd we blowin hella dope, niggaRepeat 1[gangsta boo]Do a motha-*****in s.o.s.Step on sight, what the ***** you gonna do when you bleed?Ill be comin with the prophet posseKnow that gangsta booIm bout the baddest ***** that you ever seenHow many times you wanna hold me downBut like that named puffy, *****, I would not goAll the other stupid shit that you be kickinWhen Im pimpin, when you slip, run into my front doorI be rollin with them niggas thats out the projectsYou wanna bet? w-l? dub your whole motha-*****in chestBet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit meIts money over *****es, yeahIm the type of ***** that be kickin shitThe type of ***** that be takin other *****es dickThe type of ***** that be all about a paper chipThe type of ***** that ride with the triple 6[t. rock]Miss steady and the rockafella crew can load clipsWith lyrical ? ? ? ? the whole slipGangsta boo got ? ? ? ? ? take and slap a trick down to the floorAnd give her swole lips[gangsta boo]Its all good, I think I got her to a 5Got you finally realizin you be hypnotizedMe and my nigga t. rock ? ? ?We smoked out straight to atlanta, liveRepeat 1 to fade
