What Y`all Niggas Want? Lyrics

What Y`all Niggas Want? lyrics

feat. Foxy Brown

(-Intro-) AZ [Foxy Brown]

Brooklyn
[Ugh]
[That's right] Quiet Money for life
[Brooklyn shit] Black
Sopranos
Yall know what this is

[AZ]
Niggas wanna, sound like
me
Get down like me
Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like
me
Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall
some bitch niggas!
See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who
jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin',
shapin' the mold
Make these rap niggas get on they toes [Ugh]
Now I'm more
vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my
name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit,
I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent
me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny,
Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world
envy

(-Hook-) Foxy Brown [AZ]

What yall niggas want
nigga?
Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?
[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh,
whoa
[What yall niggas want nigga?]
[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn
shit]

[AZ] (Foxy Brown)
Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala
Got more
illa, more of not givin' a fuck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only
means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More
kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and
cap peel ya
Its that reala
Hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit ya,
or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up
close nigga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh]
'Cause i'ma move
like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews
tight
Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range [whoa] Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh] Cris
[whoa] Remy [uh-huh] Mo [what!]
Niggas [ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea
niggas] Flow
[Ugh, Brooklyn] YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds
in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothafuckas all
under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!

[Foxy
Brown]
And it's the Fox to the
5 niggas got them glocks to ya
We on ya
block, like how not could ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows
tinted
Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin',
broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling
drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
So
fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothafuckas know how
Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast
to
Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit'
the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)

(AZ & Foxy Brown)

Benz
[ugh]
Jags [ugh]
Range [whoa]
Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh]
Cris
[whoa]
Remy [uh-huh]
Mo [what!]
Niggas [ugh]
Gotta [ugh]
Feel
this glow [yea, yea niggas]
[Ugh, Brooklyn]
YOU KNOW!
What yall know
about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100
mothafuckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to
reign! [UGH!]

(-Repeat hook w/ adlibs until fade-)