Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 My Niggaz, artist - Lil' CeaseDate of issue: 12.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 My Niggaz |
| What you sayin'? |
| Roca Fella |
| (Uh huh) |
| General |
| (Uh huh) |
| (Right on) |
| QB |
| (That show nuff right on) |
| Fuck niggas wanna do man |
| (Nothing) |
| See Cease a Leo |
| (Huh) |
| I’m for the kids |
| (Right) |
| Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers y’know |
| It’s how we do it |
| (Yeah) |
| Feel me baby? |
| Yo yo |
| Stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty |
| I wanna move swift, but don’t blow like John Gotty |
| I’m something to watch, like the paparazzi |
| Hard to copy, shock waves can’t stop me |
| Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me |
| It’s Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight |
| Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache |
| The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe |
| I take it all, still be the last to escape |
| Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips |
| Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code |
| Watch the stroll, little Ace |
| A soldier that was born to roll |
| I love God and you know I got soul |
| To sell around the globe and more bank than tower |
| Dime just rewind, it was hard to find her |
| Found out my niggas got right behind her |
| Y’all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth |
| But I done did that, recognize the clique |
| Back round six-four times, fellas and shit |
| Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit |
| 'Til I said to myself, «My life is betta than this» |
| I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris |
| In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist |
| Been a professional, now I’m starting to mix |
| We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live |
| Run up in your crisp, tie up your wife and kids |
| Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid |
| We live this real street life |
| And that’s word to B.I.G. |
| (Uh) |
| I’m the type to analyze ya |
| (What) |
| Move swift like Kaiser |
| (Uh) |
| My appearance surprise ya |
| (Yeah) |
| About 5'4″, my .45 is live |
| (Uh, uh) |
| Don’t ya get live? Never judge your man by size |
| (Uh, yo) |
| I’ma do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Watch me do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| For my niggaz, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Uh, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Watch me do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| For my niggaz, Brooklyn |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for |
| Get back everything that my nigga die for |
| Since his death, many steps and many left |
| Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can’t pay a penny less |
| Cease got the squeeze, I’ma let these fuckers know |
| BK style, my niggas Love the Dough |
| About six hard years, eleven months ago |
| We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go |
| Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow |
| Cops say «Got evidence?» Let the dog go |
| Here’s the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza |
| Nigga’s coke so raw, you gone need a sampler |
| Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me |
| Or go see the board then and frown like me |
| Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me |
| Motherfuckers' all eyez on me |
| Whatever happened to Brook-lawn? |
| Better yet, Crook-lawn? |
| Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on |
| Picture me making a shook song |
| No, I know the wars we took on |
| Niggas better get gone |
| Yeah, flow sicker on every record |
| Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace |
| Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous |
| Ice in every letter, untouchable, can’t fuck with duke |
| Thug spit, arms shake, who I’m gone play |
| With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh? |
| Never heard so many choices from one man |
| I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam |
| Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o' |
| Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh |
| Make it real easy to lift your chain off |
| BK style, see Jay how |
| (What) |
| (Uh) |
| We don’t play fair, we play foul |
| Go head, stand there, we spray crowds |
| Live from the 7−1-8 |
| If there ever was one great |
| I’m him, nigga, times three |
| I’ma do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Watch me do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| For my niggaz, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Uh, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Watch me do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| For my niggaz, Brooklyn |
| I’ma do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Watch me do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| For my niggaz, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Uh, do my thang, I’ma do my thang |
| Do I do my thang |