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What Ya'll Nigga's Want
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Brooklyn (Uh)
That's right, Quiet Money for life
Brooklyn shit, Black Sopranos
Y'all know what this is
Niggas wanna, sound like me, get down like me
Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me
Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Y'all some bitch niggas
See, I'm still loaded, still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit' drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap niggas get on they toes (Uh)
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, I ain't gotta flash twice
So ball with me, be grateful, the Lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
What y'all niggas want, nigga? (Uh)
Fuck y'all niggas want? You heard?
What y'all niggas want, nigga?
See, this Brooklyn shit
Since Sugar Hill, shit got realer, got more iller
More of not givin' a fuck, more guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' niggas, they snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
Its that realer, hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit' ya or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' nigga, live in the flesh, up close, nigga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya
Cause I'ma move like, so smooth like, who's hype?
I'm all Brooklyn and my crews tight
Benz, uh, Jags, uh, Range, whoa, Vogues (uh-huh)
Henny, uh, Cris, whoa, Remy, uh-huh, more (What)
Niggas, uh, gotta, uh, feel this flow
(Yeah, yeah nigga) Uh, Brooklyn, you know
What y'all know about sixty diamonds in one chain?
Four coupes, two cadillacs, and one range
A hundred motherfuckers all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign
And it's the Fox to the five niggas, got them Glocks to ya
We on ya block like how not could ya?
It's the dough and it's six-series, windows tinted
Flow like, whoa, bitch, mind your business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the team's mentioned
We coming through with the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
And fuck dude, don't dick-ride now, you slut too?
And motherfuckers know how Fox and Sos' do
Approach who? It's nothin' to pop the toast to
Brook-Nam, "Shook Ones", get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the S5 wit' twenty-inch shoes on, nigga
Benz, uh, Jags, uh, Range, whoa, Vogues, (uh-huh)
Henny, uh, Cris, whoa, Remy, uh-huh, more (What)
Niggas, uh, gotta, uh, feel this flow
(Yeah, yeah nigga) Uh, Brooklyn, you know
What y'all know about sixty diamonds in one chain?
Four coupes, two cadillacs, and one range
A hundred motherfuckers all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign
What y'all niggas want, nigga? (Uh)
Fuck y'all niggas want? Talk to me, niggas
What y'all niggas want, nigga?
Fuck y'all niggas want? Feel me
Quiet Money life, it's quiet money now
It's Quiet Money life, it's quiet money now
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