Luniz Broke Niggaz Lyrics

Broke Niggaz Lyrics

featuring Knuckle Head Eclipse

Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

Broke niggas
make the best crooks
ya best look
over your shoulder
if you's a
Highroller
(broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
(broke mutha
fuckas they make the best crooks)

Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*

Let's see
how your vest look
see if it fits ya
picture four hideous hustlas
quick
to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll
and ready to fold
fix
bitches in gold
is a no-no
livin low like De La Soul
it's the
"O"
and the folks don't understand
yes you can
rush, shake the
van
and catch the Ice Cream Man
they know me
as the loyal
citizen
the boy who visited
hot
but on the spot
I'm more chillier
than Dennis-in
finishin up my zip
quick to make my grip
you fuck
around and get licked
by the Luni click
so that means bitches can't fade
me
fuck lobster
I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on Aliens
I
got work
someone told Knumskullin
rollin
four man deep
in a stolen
jeep
wit heat
keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin
outta control??!!
Nah, petty theivin
leavin no evidence or clues
bitch
you gets a date wit yo moms
but you gets robbed by the Luniz fool
if I was
a bum
I'd be straight to ride out
fuck a piece of the pie
I take the
whole cake and sky out.

*(chorus)* x1

Verse 2 *(Knuckle
Head)*

Knuckle Head
fool wit that master plan
yeah
got my glock
caulked
wit my yay in my hand
understand
I'm bigger than
fourth indo
man
that rappin nigga also known as Mr. Window Man
cuz when I
roll
nigga I rolls deep
I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep
So punk
P!
The situation is I skipped it
no set trip
got the glock
caulked
keepin the tech on the hip
like a pro
deep up on the
slope
pick up the pace
wit no time to waste
put my gun to his fuckin
face
action-packed wit my shit
it's the poetry
kickin this psycho
shit
wit my click
so you knows of me
it's goin down
I'm all about
my mail
wit my g's
flipped from keys
equals dope I'm a
sale
client-tell
got me on top wit raps a crook
but all you ever
get
is cum in yo little lungs
so mutha fuckas took they last look
(I'm
broke, I'm sellin check books)
cuz broke niggas make the best
crooks.

*(chorus)* x1

*(Yukmouth talking)*

Eh bail, look
who that? Who the fuck is that?

*(Dope man talking)*

You're
cocaine, give it to me. Now!

*(Yukmouth)*

What the fuck you? You
must be snortin some shit or something.
(What the fuck is
that?!)

*(yelling and screaming in back)*

*(Knumskull
talking)*

Let's go turn off all the lights
and make it seem like no
ones home
niggas comin from the Eastside
bout to hoo ride and get
stole.

Verse 3 *(Eclipse)*

See the whole thang was a plot
cuz
that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock
Lexus coupe
fill
it up wit hella loot
since your neighbors are all in my business
you
niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
juss throw on a ski
mask
and then I dash
this my last visit
and then I'm outtie
350
prob'ley
you niggas scared
don't stop me
I'm a pro
when it comes to
gangsta robberies
the Paraphanalia
the niggas
the killas
the
Mobb
the riggas
the skrilla
the dealas is doin they
job
Eclipse
keeps clips
(So don't you make 'em wanna blast
nigga)
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga
than be a broke ass
nigga.

*(chorus)* x1

Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*

Dope fiends in
the kitchen
smokin on a pipe
hustlas on the corner
shootin dice
all
of my folks in jail
raisin hell
got bitches on the whole stroll
sellin
fruit cocktales
to clock mail
fuck pimps
ballas
shot callas
all
of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke
it ain't no mutha
fuckin funny bone
sky out to your Honey Comb Hideout
Money
gone!
pullin capers on fakes
erase your papers like white out
ain't no
tryouts
or basketball sports
juss a crazy horse
my four-fifth strapped
when shootin craps on the porch
back and fourth
like Cameo
I'm always
Death Row
even though I try
I can't let go
like Mariah
Carry the
four-fiver
to blow shit up like Maguyver
me be steadily Mobbin an robbin
a cab driver
either be a broke ass
no cash
havin your doe on
I
float on
break more niggas than Ozone
what
really goes
on
hops
the props I must
clock
hearin no glock
will have that
ass holdin like buckshots
fuck cops
I post on the block slangin
crack-noid
avoid being broke
I'm tradin places wit Dan
Akroyd

*(chorus)* x1