Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Are You to Judge, artist - Giggs. Album song Walk in da Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SN1
Song language: English
Who Are You to Judge |
| Hit them with facts |
| Hollowman’s out here living in the trap |
| A little bit of this and a little bit of |
| The feds nicked me I got imprisoned for a strap |
| It was shootings |
| Every minute listening to rap |
| '02 got shot, couldn’t pass the three |
| That’s when I got locked, feds were after me |
| It was hard to see |
| I was half a G |
| It was all guns, drugs, girls and Master P |
| My main two thugs that’ll blast for me |
| Nuts and Carlton they’ll go hard for me |
| I’ll go hard for them and they seen that |
| Between the two of them they know I’ll go hard for each |
| Fam I’m half the streets |
| And I’m half a beast |
| But when I get pissed off Kyze pass the piece |
| Even Fes licked out couple arteries |
| Heading nowhere fast 'cause it’s hard to eat |
| Ain’t got shit to prove |
| Niggas know what I do |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You know what I been though? |
| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth |
| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root |
| Ain’t got shit to prove |
| Niggas know what I do |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You know what I been though? |
| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth |
| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root |
| I’ma git them up again |
| Life ain’t easy sitting in the pen |
| Or as a young black man living in the ends |
| I know twelve year olds that be wishing for a skeng |
| If they get one they’ll be licking at your friend |
| Niggas plotting on me, got me visioning my death |
| Niggas smile in my face but they wishing I was dead |
| If you think I’m so fake come and lick it at me then |
| I’m swearing to God I’ll be in it to the end |
| You can tell by my pain that I’ve seen shit |
| Had a little gun charge yes I’ve been nicked |
| You say you ain’t seen me |
| But if you’ve had a shootout with them Pecknarm Gs then you seen Giggs |
| Got me as some crime boss 'cause my team’s big |
| If you’re talking OG then my team is |
| Easy off on my penis |
| I’m about to fly high, I can feel it |
| Ain’t got shit to prove |
| Niggas know what I do |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You know what I been though? |
| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth |
| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root |
| Ain’t got shit to prove |
| Niggas know what I do |
| Who are you to judge me? |
| You know what I been though? |
| You see me in nice clothes and you think my life’s smooth |
| I’m a weed in this world and they want to cut my root |
| From the pissy blocks |
| To the sickest spots |
| I’ll be up in Stringfellows where the strippers cotch |
| And the strippers watch when I issue rocks |
| And I’m always on time I ain’t missing shots |
| I ain’t slipping 'cause |
| Them little pussy cops |
| Got me standing on the edge but I ain’t slipping off |
| Might clap a hater who’s got issues 'cause |
| My mad stack of paper’s like a tissue box |
| I use to roll to mystical, use to listen lots |
| Now it’s all Hollowman screaming give them rocks |
| Who’s that trying to say 'Ummmm' what a big impostor |
| Niggas know me 'cause yes I’m an official mobster |
| And they know my code D, that’s my nigga Foster |
| Got the dust game smashed we should get an Oscar |
| And we don’t need cats 'cause I’m trying to prosper |
| I’ll be linking architects and be meeting doctors |