Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Nigguz, artist - Onyx. Album song Shut 'Em Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Street Nigguz |
street niggaz |
gettin high all the time |
street niggaz |
fuck beef and draw the nine |
street niggaz |
always yellin fuck the cops |
street niggaz |
we the niggaz that call the shots |
Street niggaz love to flip, puttin slugs in clips |
While in out with bloods and crips, on some shit |
Leavin you ripped is totally sick |
I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin serious chips |
You on a curious a trip way out of your whack |
Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how bout that? |
Holdin my aim, with ways to wreck |
Never know what to expect |
Respect a hole in you chest |
My mind is set, its time for death, rewind your steps |
The way that Im doin you is everyday screwin you |
Off the top |
Make money off of rocks |
On and off the block, bouncin off on cops |
Whose the next street star? |
kid, you love to be next |
But its x-1, kid, in the? |
lux relex? |
Wit a ghetto type style |
Heat for beef that we can settle right now |
Street niggaz |
Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed |
Smoke to the ropes |
Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap |
Bust four guns, off the roof, trick |
Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night |
Everyday niggaz gambalin, pumpin drugs, scrambalin |
My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin in Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for eight, suffocate |
Jail nigga liftin weights, fuck the jake |
We brake laws, snuffin motherfuckas, breakin drawers |
Robbin liquor stores |
? |
rubbin? |
ghetto niggaz dirty drawers |
Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin ass |
Fuck work, nigga take cash |
Wit the quick? |
?? |
Open cases, wit razors |
They open faces |
Paid niggaz got guns wit lasers, sky pagers |
Chrome rims and loud systems |
So what the light? |
you make the white |
People listen you five days out the prison |
We… |
Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act |
Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that |
We back, we at the place, contact react |
Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats |
For violation of? |
?? |
, whichever come first |
Love for money could hurt, its a thirst, we splurge |
In suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early |
Swervin, packin big power, maxin six hours |
Up in the expo,? |
e bowel? |
For beef, the heat, the vowel |
Caught up in them street showers |
Buckun the same clips, fuckin the same chicks |
The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick |
Street niggaz regulatin |
Doe and hoes and north states, and flip whips |
High speed car chases |
The inner belly beast dwellin |
Born and raised, extortin for days |
Leavin motherfuckers more than grazed |
Im a street nigga |
Fuck wit me, ya shot in the brains |
They call me sticky fingaz, how you think I got my name? |
This is not a game, kid I know my math |
I walk around wit my pants hangin off my ass |
I dont give a fuck! |
The nigga heres to rugged |
I pull out my dick and take a piss in public |
Smokin weed, drinkin brew, thats all I do Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew |
Police in the rearview, always runnin my plates |
I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist |
Off safety, cock, wit one in the head |
You first nigga frontin gettin dropped wit one in the head |
I got no respect for life |
My moms on drugs |
You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit nothin but thugs |
Im so trife |
Hope I can live another night |
And I fear no man, I swear on my mothers life |
cuz Im a… |
street nigga |
Chorus (without first all sentence) |
street niggaz (faded) |