[Chorus x2: all]
|
Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
|
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
|
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
|
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas
|
|
[Crisis:]
|
Late night, LAPD lurkin like a great white
|
In bloody waters, yo we doggin cuz my click stay tight
|
Pull up at the liquor sto', cuz we gotta get some Mo'
|
40's and blunts, smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
|
Bout to school Monk, cuz he like my right hand
|
Grab a can for Sandman
|
He runnin by a parked van, smoked up on the dark plan
|
Devious plot, know how to get a knot
|
Nothin major, just runnin up in the local spots
|
I grab the blunts and the box of Newport's for Doc
|
It's vice night, every block infested with cops
|
I jumped back in, what's crackin?
|
You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months
|
You know he got dough stackin, stop playin
|
|
[Sandman:]
|
Nigga I'm not playin
|
They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11:30
|
Heard where the money be from a little birdie
|
Don't hesitate to speak, I've got 17 slugs
|
Let's make it in and out, and get the money and drugs
|
If you scared then go to church, where the Simpleton at?
|
He leave his bitch up in the house with a virtilo strap
|
And she timid with it, wouldn't tell that she knew who did it
|
We on the quest to survive, my niggas be the fittest
|
Let make it happen, rap, scrap or keep it cappin
|
Licks nice sound, cheques will keeps the goods lappin
|
Safe spot, lace Doc, and Monk he know what's happenin
|
It's just a little nappy nigga always been
|
trigger-happy
|
|
[Interlude: Crisis (Monk)]
|
(It's on, what's poppin?)
|
Hey, that nigga Sandman told you how it's goin down?
|
(4 Sho) He did? (Yeah)
|
Fuck it, let's go nigga
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Doc Doom (Sandman):]
|
So S-man, what up? We gon' do this or what?
|
I know he sittin on somethin, we been watchin for months
|
(Plus his man just rolled up, he's about to Re-Up)
|
Let's hit em both at the same time
|
(Damn it's like you read my mind)
|
11:29, time to move out, ring the doorbells
|
Soon as he open the door, we whip the two's out
|
Everybody hit the floor, scooped up the drugs
|
Pistol-whipped his hoe, he said the money's up under the rug
|
in the master bed room (Check it out Monk)
|
But if you lyin, tonight all of y'all gonna be sleepin in a tomb
|
Monk what the hell we got?
|
|
[Monk:]
|
Bingo, we hit the jackpot
|
60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks
|
2 glocks, fresh out the box
|
It's time to smash out
|
Kill a bitch, empty the clips, and then shake the spot
|
The homies in the car, let's go, it's time to get home
|
Back to the spot, divide it up, so we can stack on
|
Sew the block up, bubble up, cuz times it's tart
|
Slippin in the streets, your ass'll pay to serve charge
|
Cuz it cost to be the boss
|
Tough talk and get your braces charmed
|
Spot Rusherz rush the spot, what the fuck you thought?
|
|
[Chorus x2]
|
|
[Outro: all]
|
We all wanna bubble, only with my niggas
|
We all wanna bubble, only with my niggas
|
|
-----------------
|
Only 4 My Niggas
|
| Wu-Tang Clan |
