Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Same Niggas, artist - Mase. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
Same Niggas |
| Uh yeah yeah, shit is crazy yo, I feel you though nigga |
| Who woulda ever thought, same niggas, it’d be them same niggas |
| You are the same nigga though |
| Same nigga that couldn’t get the deal |
| Now I’m the hottest nigga wit a deal, you ain’t changed a bit |
| Yo niggas never got nothin' good to say quick to blame |
| 'Fore you judge me feel my pain |
| You know it ain’t a vest in the world that could shield my reign |
| You ain’t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range |
| Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change |
| Nigga’s feelin' like I changed but I’m feelin' the same |
| So who cares if they beg to differ |
| When all them niggas that beg to differ is coke-heads and sniffers |
| Take me for example, least I made it |
| You think niggas in the hood should appreciate it |
| By time it’s happy birthday, it’s gon' be belated |
| When you me, everything you do get exaggerated |
| You miss a nigga pound they gon' say you flipped out |
| Take a piss in the street they say, you pulled your dick out |
| As a youth it’s just a lot of shit, I wanna live out |
| Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without |
| Same niggas I was starvin', couldn’t get a crumb from |
| Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from |
| I needed money for school, couldn’t get no ones from |
| Got jumped in the park and couldn’t get the guns from |
| Instead of rollin' wit a clique, roll wit my sis |
| Hell no, these motherfuckers can’t hold my stick |
| You think, I care if they get mad? |
| I don’t owe them shit |
| Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga |
| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas |
| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas |
| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas |
| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas |
| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel |
| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed |
| Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas |
| Them same niggas, that’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas |
| I got a brotha named Ant, right? |
| Glad to be home |
| Been through a lot of shit so I’m glad to be grown |
| But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps |
| Livin' on 34th Street and we ain’t have no heat |
| 'Cross from P. S. 92, 7th and 8th |
| Asked you for dough and you said «No», dead in my face |
| But now that I’m on, it’s like I owe everybody somethin' |
| All my niggas dead so everybody frontin' |
| Same kid’s went to Catholic school is dealers |
| And same niggas had no heart is now killers |
| I reminisce on what I said in the mist |
| But even when I dream, it wasn’t better than this |
| But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me |
| Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me |
| Ain’t even here to get a platinum plaque for me |
| I talk to them but they don’t talk back to me |
| I ain’t know you that long so ain’t much I can ask of you |
| And when I reminisce, I can’t take it back wit' you |
| I can’t ask «Yo' what happen to my nigga Black or Q?» |
| So I don’t really need to rap wit you, ya know? |
| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas |
| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas |
| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas |
| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas |
| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel |
| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed |
| Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas |
| Them same niggas, that’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas |
| Yo', I figured if we all out, it’s all right |
| As long as when we all brawl we all fight |
| I’m under niggas hoses like roses |
| Here I am, M A dolla-sign E nigga, fear no man |
| Nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight |
| Just call my bluff and it be on tonight |
| I got words of a madman tattooed on my arm |
| Ain’t fuckin' wit my sister 'cuz I’m mad at my mom |
| Blink sayin', «That ain’t you wit a gat in your palm» |
| But Blink, it’s either that or be harmed |
| So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh |
| Give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death |
| So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best |
| But I would never wanna wish her my stress |
| 'Cause it’s like when I hurt, y’all laugh |
| They put me on every forecast sayin' that I bought ass |
| So I drink a tall glass before I spaz |
| Then I take it like a man and let it all pass |
| I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me |
| I show niggas love and niggas underhand me |
| Then they wonder why I want no family |
| What I need a hooker for, gettin' head from |
| And I fear when new year’s come, 'cuz it might be the year |
| A good nigga die 'cuz when you good life ain’t fair |
| Like you call on the saints but the saints don’t hear |
| You could cry to the Lord, it’s like Christ don’t hear |
| So instead of hood winkin', I give you the plain facts |
| If I never change, how I’m gon' change back, explain that |
| They sayin' Mase ain’t the same cat |
| But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back |
| Them same niggas, them same niggas |
| Them same niggas, them same niggas |
| That’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas |
| It’s crazy like that, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| You’ll be tellin' a nigga you got a deal |
| He think that that shit come with Rollies and they come wit' Benz’s |
| Come with Bentleys and houses and shit |
| They don’t need no one to work, a nigga quitin' |
| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas |
| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas |
| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas |
| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas |
| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel |
| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed |