Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R U My Nigga?, artist - Cormega. Album song The Realness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
R U My Nigga? |
| Yo, when you deal with niggas |
| You know what I’m sayin |
| You gotta know where they stand (Watch niggas) |
| Cuz everybody your man when things is going right |
| Uh, but what about when things is going wrong |
| Ask yourself am I your man |
| Would I die for you or by your hand |
| If I go broke, would you divide your grand |
| Put me in your plans |
| Hold me down with your heat if my shit jams |
| Stop to think, Asbet stops your bank |
| You need the mean gats to set it, pop your tank |
| I fears none, a damn sleepin is a rare one |
| Prepared, never scared, blood sweat and tears son, I kinda saw |
| I close my eyes at night and let the drama pour |
| On paper, my mind escapes but I ignore |
| Temptations, to embrace the path of raw |
| When I was younger my hunger taught me how to score |
| Not sayin I was poor, but I was disobeying common laws |
| That had me runnin in and out of Richer’s Island doors |
| Now I’m shinin for you, what’s mine is yours |
| Are you my nigga? |
| If I died, would you cry |
| Need, would you provide |
| If I got beef |
| Would you be squeezin side by side |
| If I face time |
| Would you give me a place to hide |
| Would you snake me for paper, look in my eyes |
| Can you accept the consequences of life, of livin trife |
| And take yours with honor, if a real nigga strike |
| Or would you fall weak and help a courtroom indite |
| And live with dishonor for the rest of your life |
| Only bitches deal with emotion |
| Yo son, how many snitches are still in the ocean |
| I’m gettin too deep, spittin unique |
| Rhymes, for niggas who sleep |
| A thug officially, slugs christin me Evidently, we hustle on blocks where presidents be My rhymes represent the, criminal element |
| My niggas sellin bricks, stressin in feds |
| And hit the residence, using eye care for evidence |
| Never mix business with benevolence |
| You might end up regrettin it Check this rhyme that I prefected |
| Analyze and let me ask you one question |
| Are you my nigga? |
| Can I put trust in you like you trust in me If my life is on the line would you bust for me Free me from custody, or deny my exist and, provin |
| That you didn’t give a fuck for me I put my trust in no mans hand, 'til he earns it I learned this from thug legislature |
| When slugs penetrate ya, heavens above await ya Therefore I never sleep, cuz I may never wake up Felonies no longer worry me, for real |
| Its the betrayal and the jealousy |
| The insecurity of things they might never see |
| Makin niggas minds corrupt, then my nine erupts |
| Denying what, life you had expired |
| You tryed your luck, then died for what |
| You asked for forgiveness but my eyes was shut |
| You wasn’t wise enough, to stop me from risin up Are you my nigga? |
| Jealousy, jealousy… |