Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Ya'll Nigga's Want, artist - AZ. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
What Ya'll Nigga's Want |
| Brooklyn |
| Quiet Money for life |
| Black Sopranos |
| Yall know what this is |
| N*ggas wanna, sound like me Get down like me Wanna eat, f*ckin' drink, lounge around like me Who d*ck bigga? |
| Who stay bent? |
| Who piss liquor? |
| Who whip sicka? |
| Yall some b*tch n*ggas! |
| 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 n*ggas get on they toes |
| 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, sheeit, I aint 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 yall n*ggas want n*gga? |
| Ugh, F*ck yall n*ggas want? |
| Uh-huh, ugh, whoa |
| (Foxy Brown) |
| Since Sugar Hill, Sh*t got reala |
| Got more illa, more of not givin' a f*ck |
| More guerilla |
| More paper chasin' only means more scrilla |
| So, Cross me now and believe I’ll kill ya More kidnappin' n*ggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya It’s that reala |
| Hit ya, back split ya Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya It’s Sos' n*gga, Live in the flesh, Up close n*gga |
| 'Cause i’ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype? |
| I’m all Brooklyn, and my crews tight |
| Benz Jags Range Vogues |
| Henny Cris Remy Mo |
| N*ggas Gotta Feel this Flow |
| YOU KNOW! |
| What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain |
| 4 coupes, 2 Cadillacs, and 1 range |
| 100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name |
| And we ain’t come to shower, we came to reign! |
| And it’s the Fox to the |
| 5 n*ggas got them glocks to ya We on ya block, like how not could ya? |
| It’s the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted |
| Flow like whoa! |
| B*tch, mind yo' business |
| This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned |
| We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin' |
| So test who? |
| Ya whole crew’ll get two through they vest too |
| So f*ck you, Diddy don’t dickride now, that slut too |
| Yall mothaf*ckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh) |
| It’s so true, It’s nothin' to post a toast to Brook’Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms |
| Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! |
| (ugh) |
| Benz |
| Jags |
| Range |
| Vogues |
| Henny |
| Cris |
| Remy |
| Mo |
| N*ggas |
| Gotta |
| Feel this glow |
| YOU KNOW! |
| What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain |
| 4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range |
| 100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name |
| And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! |