What My Niggaz Want
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Killa, bitch, Killa, bitch
Killa, bitch (Biatch), I kill a bitch (Biatch)
It's Killa, bitch (Violator), I kill a bitch (Killa)
Yo, look at this dumb nigga here (Look at him)
Ayo
You the type to say, "I rap, I rhyme, look, I freestyle"
Rap is played out (Played out), ain't shit here for free, child
Me and Chris Lighty (Lighty), church is
What we see, child (That's what he say)
Ice gon' get you seasick, bitch, get you senile
Diplomat, treat you like a beer bottle, twist your cap
Hustler? Shit (Shit), you never sold a bill of crack (Never)
Chain, you might get it snatched, down to the latch (Latch)
Send someone else to get it back? Yo, what type of shit is that?
Picture that, wrist is wrapped, thirty-seven blunted
(How many diamonds you got on?) Shit, thirty-seven hundred
And I'm stuntin', pissy, poppin' bottle by the bottle
Gun under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Y'all actin' a little (Little), why y'all rappin' the riddles?
Got Harlem lookin' like we a pack of Skittles
I'm a tightrope fanatic, psychosomatic
Type problematic, life go dramatic, I chose to have it, biatch
All my niggas who ready to ride niggas (What? What?)
All my soldiers and my livin' foul niggas (What? What?)
Money niggas (What? What?), thug niggas (What? What?)
Grimy niggas (What?), big gun niggas (What? What?)
All my bitches who ready to wild with me (What? What?)
And fuck a hole all the way in the ground with me (What? What?)
Money bitches (What? What?), thug bitches (What? What?)
Corporate bitches (What?), all the above bitches (What? What?)
Yo, yo, yo, imagine a ho kissin' me (What?), a ho dissin' me (Nah)
Nah, I can't have that, not for rotisserie (Shit)
Rogueslyssery, gators so slippery (Damn)
Best affiliated with the movie Misery (Uh)
I make you kids learn (Learn), when your car gone, crib burned
Jim Jones, shit burn like Big Worm (Come on, player, uh)
And we speak that gang-gang slang
Gun like pop from Boomerang, bang, bang, bang
Your girl lookin', you crackin' a whore
Slappin' a whore, foot swept her, slappin' the floor
Laughin' for sure (Bitch), yeah, that shit happened before (Fuck you)
Bitch flirtin' with me, her man tappin' her jaw, but, yeah
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Happy makin' to that year Prince sung about
All these years, driftin' and duckin', stay with birds
The ones I was flippin' and fuckin', ya heard?
All my niggas who ready to ride niggas (What? What?)
All my soldiers and my livin' foul niggas (What? What?)
Money niggas (What? What?), thug niggas (What? What?)
Grimy niggas (What?), big gun niggas (What? What?)
All my bitches who ready to wild with me (What? What?)
And fuck a hole all the way in the ground with me (What? What?)
Money bitches (What? What?), thug bitches (What? What?)
Corporate bitches (What?), all the above bitches (What? What?)