Lyrics My Nigga - Cricet, Bizzy Bone

My Nigga

It’s another Studio Rat Production.
Lets’do this baby.
Please believe it.
Another Studio Rat Production.
7th Sign.
You know how it goes.
All the time
baby.
Yeah, mm.
Yeah.
-Bizzy Bone (Hollis Jae)-Chorus-
Where would I be without my niggas?
I love my niggas/ I could do it all alone,
but you’re mine/ I would never bite my niggas or hide my niggas,
just continue writin’my niggas, you’re all my life/ My niggas, I love my
niggas/ I could do it all alone, but you’re mine/ I would never bite my niggas
or hide my niggas, just continue writin’my niggas, you’re all my life
-Bizzy Bone-
Now let the breeze blow, sunroof, roll in the whip/ Sippin’on somethin saucy,
smokin’on somethin’so thick/ Reppin’the 7 to the fullest, give me bullets and
clips/ Niggas is trippin’on me, actin’like The Kid is a bitch/ But when I needs
my niggas, I hope they don’t fall off/ This is as real as it gets,
who want to see if he’s soft?
I’ve been guerilla stomped, turned into a killer
from that/ I seen his family, damn glad that I had my strap/ Because I’ve been
about it, and I don’t talk about it/ Shot so many niggas in the 90's it’s a
blessing they ain’t find me/ I can floss if I wanna nigga, fuck your bitch/
Half bitch and animal, back up off me (Rowl!) so I can dip/ Fuck courteous,
do you think I’m stupid?
Punk bitch, I understand you put it on
Capo-Confuscious/ I don’t give a fuck about no Ruthless, I never talk about
Bone/ Get’cha thug on, pass the Hennessy and I’m gone
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Shit, I’m a solo artists so I do solo shit, that’s just the way it is/ You like
the way that the money’s drippin’up off the lips, word hustla worldwide/ All
the way to Cali, clear to the otherside/ Daddy’s up and down, right/ Bizzy The
Kid, remember that I used to hide from the Fed’s with Hope and Heather/ We was
kidnapped so they gave us therapy/ I used to play Mouse Trap as the
psychiatrist, he stares at me/ Ya’ll new millenium, and yes, I’m old school all
religion, that shit you need when we was all locked up in prison/ It’s like
forgettin’Pac, everyone forgot Yak, and plus my nigga, T Rock, T Rock/ I’ve
been in Los Scandalous in the tree tops/ Nigga blowin’blood at the cherry-lime
six-four drop/ Side to side with the lean and the doors all locked/ That’s how
we ride when another place is gunned on block, you’d better believe it
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
You better believe it ain’t no fairy tale/ Don’t nobody pay my
motherfuckin’bail, I’m goin’to jail/ With a stomach full of Hennessy,
exstacy pills, and I’m a do it once/ You only live once, for real/ Fuck it,
snort the cocaine, give me a drink right out the bottle/ If you give me a germ,
it ain’t nothin’my girl can’t swallow/ Is it the first of tha month?
Is this tha crossroads?
You niggas is lost souls, I am the arrow stuck in the
crossbow/ Suffered too many things, I did it all on my own/ Liquor was only
loyal, but niggas was always gone/ Don’t give me no shyste shit,
don’t need me no feisty bitch/ Niggas is feelin’froggish, I’ll murder you with
the quietness (…murder you with the quietness)
-Chorus-