Let My Niggas Live Lyrics

Let My Niggas Live lyrics

[Intro Skit]

 Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,

 mindin my own business.. and BAM!!

 I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR

 that it was a mistake.

 I accept that as a part of my destiny!

 

 [*Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha*]

 

 [Raekwon the Chef]

 Whattup kid?  That's right..

 Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..

 

 [Chorus: Raekwon]

 Aiyyo let my niggas live

 We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo

 Let my niggas live

 We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves

 Let my niggas live

 We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules

 Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live

 Handle your bid and kill no kids

 

 [Raekwon the Chef]

 Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak

 Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak

 Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week

 Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak

 That's that fire move like Schwinns yo

 Invisible pens that write light, leave blends

 Hit with the JF Kennedy shot

 Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got

 Bolt off, but got clocked

 Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up

 Design your alphabet, reps get graded

 We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length

 Home of Allah's ten big rooms

 So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves

 Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds

 Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all

 Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Nas]

 I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"

 Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me

 I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey

 Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie

 Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us

 It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours

 I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands

 Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile

 There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin

 Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit

 Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine

 It drove lots of men to die with no name

 I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous

 Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus

 I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created

 The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Inspectah Deck]

 Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck

 C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec

 Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs

 You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project

 Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants

 Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance

 Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major

 Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor

 Semi-autos roar in the building hall

 Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall

 Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine

 In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times

 So I live by the sword and obey hood laws

 Make my team click like high heels on wood floors

 

 [Chorus]