Mase - Same Niggas Lyrics
[intro]Uh, yeah, yeahShit is crazy, yo(I feel you though, nigga)Who woulda ever thought, same niggasItd be them same niggas(you are the same nigga, though)Same nigga that couldnt get the dealNow Im the hottest nigga wit a deal(you aint changed a bit)Yo, niggas never got nothin good to say, quick to blamefore you judge me feel my painYou know it aint a vest in the world that could shield my reignYou aint got money for the gas *****, get out the rangeGot welcomed to the game wit like 4 mil and changeNiggas feelin like I changed, but Im feelin the sameSo who cares if they beg to differWhen all them niggas that beg to differIs cokeheads and sniffersTake me for example, least I made itYou think niggas in the hood should appreciate itBy time its happy birthday its gon be belatedWhen you me, everything you do get exaggeratedYou miss a nigga pound they gon say you flipped outTake a piss in the street they say you pulled your dick outAs a youth its just a lot of shit I wanna live outGot alot of friends but only had a few when I was withoutSame niggas I was starvin, couldnt get a crumb fromSometimes I think, where all these mother *****ers come fromI needed money for school, couldnt get no ones fromGot jumped in the park and couldnt get the guns fromInstead of rollin wit a clique, roll wit my sisHell no, these mother*****ers cant hold my stickYou think I care if they get mad? I dont owe them shitWanna hold sumthin hold my dick, nigga1 - we might be from a different hoodBut we the same niggas(thats just the way it is)Dont be thinkin shit all goodIt be them same niggasSame niggas get caught, blame niggasSame niggas, go to court and name, niggas(some things will never change)It be them same niggasMan, regardless how you feel(its the way it is)It be the same mother*****ers thatll get you killedThem same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggasThem same niggasThats why I dont ***** wit niggasI got a brotha named ant, right? glad to be homeBeen through a lot of shit so Im glad to be grownBut yo, where were these freaks when I had no jeepsLivin on 34th street and we aint have no heatcross from p.s. 92, 7th and 8thAsked you for dough and you said no dead in my faceBut now that Im on, its like I owe everybody somethinAll my niggas dead so everybody frontinSame kids went to catholic school is dealersAnd same niggas had no heart is now killersSometimes I reminisce on what I said in the mistBut even when I dream, it wasnt better than thisBut actually, the niggas who would scrap for meOr go as far as getting guns and clap for meAint even here to get a platinum plaque for meI talk to them but they dont talk back to meI aint know you that long so aint much I can ask of youAnd when I reminisce I cant take it back wit youI cant ask yo what happen to my nigga black or q?So I dont really need to rap wit you, ya know?Repeat 1Yo, I figured if we all out, its all rightAs long as when we all brawl we all fightIm under niggas hoses like rosesHere I am, m a dolla-sign e nigga, fear no manNigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fightJust call my bluff and it be on tonightI got words of a madman tatooed on my armAint *****in wit my sister cuz Im mad at my momBlink sayin, that aint you wit a gat in your palmBut blink, its either that or be harmedSo the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my fleshGive a nigga last wish so he could pick his deathSo my sister wanna rap and I wish her the bestBut I would never wanna wish her my stressCause its like when I hurt, yall laughThey put me on every forecast sayin that I bought assSo I drink a tall glass before I spazThen I take it like a man and let it all passI wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand meI show niggas love and niggas underhand meThen they wonder why I want no familyWhat I need a hooker for, gettin head fromAnd I fear when new years come, cuz it might be the yearA good nigga die cuz when you good life aint fairLike you call on the saints but the saints dont hearYou could cry to the lord, its like christ dont hearSo instead of hood winking I give you the plain factsIf I never change, how Im gon change back, explain thatThey sayin mase aint the same catBut every time you get robbed I get ya chain backThem same niggasThem same niggasThem same niggasThem same niggasThats why I dont ***** wit niggasIts crazy like that, you know what Im saying?Youll be tellin a nigga you got a dealHe think that that shit come with rolliesAnd they come wit benzsCome with bentleys and houses and shitThey dont need no one to work, a nigga quitinRepeat 1 until fade
