X-N - X-Niggaz

Chorus(x2): [All] Street niggaz [Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time [All] Street niggaz [Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine [All] Street niggaz [Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops [All] Street niggaz [Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots [X-1] Street niggaz love to flip, puttin' slugs in clips WYLIN out wit Bloods and Crips, on some shit Leavin' you ripped is totally sick I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips You on a curious a trip way out of your whack Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that? Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck Never know what to expect Respect a hole in you chest My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you Off the top Make money off of rocks On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next But it's X-1, kid, in the LUXURY LEX Wit' a ghetto type style Heat for beef that we can settle right now Street Niggaz Chorus(x2) [Fredro Starr] Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed Smoke to the ROACH Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap Bust four guns, off the roof, trick Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin' My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers Robbin' liquor stores ?Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass Fuck work, nigga take cash Wit' the quick FACTS Open cases, wit' razors They open faces Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers Chrome rims and loud systems So what the light? You make the white People listen you five days out the prison We... Chorus(x2) [Sonsee] Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that We back, we at the place, contact react Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats For violation of FUN, whichever come first Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours Up in the Expo, E BAUR For beef, the heat, the vowel Caught up in them street showers Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick Street niggaz regulatin' Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips High speed car chases The inner belly beast dwellin' Born and raised, extortin' for days Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed Chorus(x2) [Sticky Fingaz] I'm a street nigga Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name? This is not a game, kid I know my math I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! The nigga here's to rugged I pull out my dick and take a piss in public Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head I got no respect for life My mom's on drugs You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs I'm so trife Hope I can live another night And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life 'Cuz I'm a...