Lil' Cease - 4 My Niggaz Lyrics
[blake c]What you sayin'?Roc-a-fella (uh huh)Gener-al (uh huh)B.i.g. (right on)Qb (that show-nuff right on)***** niggas wanna do, man (nothing)See, cease a leo (huh)I'm for the kids (right)Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this mother*****ers, y'knowIt's how we do it (yeah)Feel me baby?Yo, yo, stay away from 38, tech-nines and shottyI wanna move swift, but don't blow like john gottyI'm something to watch, like the paparazziHard to copy, shock waves can't stop meGot dogs big as bruce smith to block meIt's blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weightJust might be, politely, leave your man to acheThe guns are dirty? you know i double check the safeI take it all, still be the last to escapeKick it like q-tip, we get it killed for a few chipsGot a new whip, new house, got a new zip codeWatch the stroll, little aceA soldier that was born to rollI love god and you know i got soulTo sell around the globe and more bank than towerDime just rewind-a, it was hard to find herFound out my niggas got right behind her(overlappin last line)[mr. bristal]Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifthBut i done did that, recognize the cliqueBack round six-four times, fellas and shitMake mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit'til i said to myself "my life is betta than this"I wanna party, live it up, pop don and crisIn a lake with a waterproof on my wristBeen a professional, now i'm starting to mixWe rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, i bring it where ya liveRun up in your crip, tie up your wife and kidsSend my man out, g, pissed off a ten-year bidWe live this real street lifeAnd that's word to b.i.g. (uh)I'm the type to analyze ya (what)Move swift like kaiser (uh)My appearance suprise ya (yeah)About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)Don't ya get live? never judge your man by size (uh, yo)[chorus]I'ma do my thang, i'ma do my thangDo i do my thang, i'ma do my thangWatch me do my thang, i'ma do my thangFor my niggaz, do my thang, i'ma do my thangUh, do my thang, i'ma do my thangDo i do my thang, i'ma do my thangWatch me do my thang, i'ma do my thangFor my niggaz, brooklyn[lil' cease]Yo, yo, yo, yoThis my war i ride for lick one in the sky forGet back everything that my nigga die forSince his death, many steps and many leftNiggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny lessCease got the squeeze, i'ma let these *****ers knowBk style, my niggas love the doughAbout six hard years, eleven months agoWe was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to goNow i get dough, get low, let a slug blowCops say "got evidence?" let the dog goHere's the answer, you *****ing with leo ganzaNigga's coke so raw, you gon need a samplerNiggas better be as wise as me or die like meOr go see the board then and frown like meGot niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on meMother*****ers' all eyez on meWhatever happened to brook-lawn?Better yet, crook-lawn?Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked onPicture me making a shook songNo, i know the wars we took onNiggas better get gone[jay z]Yeah, flow sicker on every recordWatch sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklaceWatch mine, about to make niggas very jealousIce in every letter, untouchable, can't ***** with dukeThug spit, arms shake, who i'm gon playWith the ceo of the coke on broadway, huh?Never heard so many choices from one manI make *****es, ***** it, i make the gun jamFlows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uhMake it real easy to lift your chain offBk style (what), see jay how (uh)We don't play fair, we play foulGo head, stand there, we spray crowdsLive from the 7-1-8If there ever was one greatI'm him, nigga, times three[chorus to end]
