Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ni**A Sings the Blues, artist - Spice 1. Album song The Best of Spice 1 Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Real Talk
Song language: English
Ni**A Sings the Blues |
Another nigga sings the blues |
Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black |
And the niggas be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10 |
The rats in, much lands for the dopefiends on my block |
I’m dodgin' cops, never stayed along, I’m quick to move |
Gotta slang the rocks, never like the shit I hate to do |
Livin' in the city, where the G’s die young |
And the niggas be heartless so I’m that trigger black |
Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack |
Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends |
By any means I gotta gets mine, don’t fuck with me |
I’m comin' from a land where niggas don’t play that funny shit |
Bugs Bunny shit, cause all about makin' that money grip |
It’s the life I choose, see I ain’t got shit to lose |
I paid my dues, a nigga still singin' the blues |
(Levander) |
When I try to be afraid to peel your cap back |
Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that |
(Spice 1) |
Po-po be quick to get the smobbin' up on your niggas after midnight |
To see some young hustler up in my hood that got them three strikes — you out! |
Tryin' to get the fuck away from their ghetto bird, sirens heard |
I ditch my Mack, throw away my crack, I’m losin' stacks of mail |
I’m feel to lose my Beenie hat, what is that? |
I hear a cop and he reachin' for my back |
Wish it was a bad dream, I hear my homie scream |
They beat his ass, cops and rags bloody up the grass |
What the fuck can a hater do? |
Gotta make my get away I got away |
But I’ma come back slangin' the shit another day |
See the case of cash flow, from a real young nigga though |
Shit it ain’t to smooth, a nigga still singin' the blues |
(Levander) |
Gotta make my money, shit ain’t even funny |
Cause I’m strugglin', tryin' to make up real pain I shit, so I’m thuggin' |
(Spice 1) |
Runnin' up the block it’s me, with a Chevey 350 |
Comin' to see ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya |
Cause you’re catchin' slugs player |
What a way to end your life, cause dyin' ain’t much of a livin' |
Gotta get chopped with nigga, put yourself and I’ll spit this hollow tip |
Cause livin' in the Bay is real, better know how to shoot your steel |
Niggas wanna gat ya, hummer comin' at ya, homies' gonna pack your shit for real |
This life is a murder show, so hit the fuckin' flo' |
I blow, niggas up out their boots with up heavy bailin' through |
Peel a cap in the day and the nighttime, anytime is a cop is a right time |
Never in my right mind, cause niggas on the block fail to see |
That I’m out to crush, choppin' up dope, runnin' out the crackhouse |
Through the back house, see niggas we ain’t that dumb, we hit that back route |
Still free to tell the news, don’t wear-wear that’s niggas shoes |
Can’t never snooze, cause I’m a nigga that’s still singin' the blues |
(Levander) |
When I try I’m ready to peel your cap back |
Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that |
When I try I’m ready to peel your cap back |
Nigga sing the blues, but I refuse to go out like that |