8Ball, MJG - Nigga's Like Us lyrics

Rollin' down Park Avenue bumpin' Maze
My Caddy with them switches
Got them bitches in a daze
Niggas on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts
And all I see is dope
And dead niggas bloody guts
Sometimes I go and click and smack
My bitch up with the gat
Or blow up niggas cars
Cause I heard they call me fat
No I'm not a wimp
Cause the pimp is in my nature
I got too many hoes bein'
A raper ain't my flavor
I'mma dope seller, stick 'em up
Killer or whatever
Game from slangin' birds, 211 or 187
Smack up my bitches on the
Street that owe me ends
Learn from the start
In the game ain't no friends
Just a lot of bitches with they hands out
(Whatsup with that?)
Smilin' in my fuckin' face
Stabbin' me in my fuckin' back
All up in my business
Whatsup with my grip bitch? Steppin' up
One nigga died with a mouth full of pimp shit
Whatsup with the bitches Eight? Whatsup
With the bitches Eight?
Fuck me, suck me, jack me
'til my diggidy-dick ejaculate
Whatsup with niggas Eight? Whatsup
With the niggas Eight?
Tell 'em not to fuck with
Some niggas like us!

And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me

I'm reachin' for the pump
And the loaded automatic it's 6
5 bombs from the box in the attic
A phone call from Eightball let
Me know the scope
T-Money and JB had to scope a young ho
Not a true bitch, but a true bitch nigga
We rollin' thick as hell so how
The fuck that nigga figure?
His gun nor his gang is gonna
Be a threat to us
With one fire bomb one gang bit the dust
And the nigga down with me said "Damn G
You didn't have to gank him!"
And at that very moment
He was askin' me to shank him
A nigga ain't suppose to smoke
A trick and get sad
And thats the first example of
A killer goin' bad i gotta take him out
If he live he'll confess
So Eightball you ready? (yeah)
Shoot him in the chest (I got him)
One mo' motherfucker dead over bullshit
Guess he didn't really know the
Niggas he was runnin' with
MJG, Eightball and Killa-B
Lil' Han and J-Smooth, T-Money and JB
Lettin' these imitation motherfuckers know
Niggas like us stompin' heads into the flo'
Ho!

And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me

Suckers can't get none
Suckers can't get none
G, pass me my clip so I
Can load my lil' uzi gun
Eightball you got me covered mane?
Yeah I got yo back mane
Let these bastards know that
We don't bar no fuckin' blood stains
What about my pimpin'? Is it strong?
Hell yeah, nigga! Got a lot of bitches?
Got a gang, and it's gettin' bigger
Bigger than a Mack J
Smooth like a 5th of 'gnac
Let 'em know we deadly G
As deadly as a hit of crack
Straight from my gun to yo head
Then we got ya cut a nigga throat
Naw that's another chapter kickin' ass
Makin' stiches smokin' bud
Fuckin' bitches lipstick on my dick
From the suckin' and the kissin'
She was kissin' on a fat dick!
Could it be a fat bitch
All up on my niggy-nuts
Talkin' that love shit
Ain't no use in startin' shit
Ain't no use in tryin' to fuss
Bitches can't fuck with some niggas like us

And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to fucks with me