Black Knights, Sandman - Only 4 My Niggas lyrics

[Black Knights, Sandman - Only 4 My Niggas lyrics]

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

Late night, LAPD lurkin'
Like a great white in bloody waters
But we doggin cuz my click stay tight
Pull up at the liquor sto'
Cuz we gotta get some mo'
40's and blunts, smoke 'til I'm high
Drink 'til I'm drunk bout to scoop
-Monk - cuz he like my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman he earlin'
By a parked van, spoke up on the dark plan
Devious plot how to get a knot-Nothin major-
Just runnin up in a local spots
I grab the blunts and the
Box of Newport's for Doc it's vice night
Every block infested with cops
I jumped back in what's crackin'?
You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months
You know he got dough stackin' stop playin'

Nigga I'm not playin'
They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11: 30
Heard where the money be from a little birdie
Don't hesitate to spit, I've got 17 slugs
Let's make it in and out
And get the money and drugs
If you scared then go to church
But, it's simple than that?
He leave his bitch up in the house
With a petit little strap
And she timid with it
Wouldn't tell that she knew who did it
We on the quest to survive
My niggas be the fittest
Let make it happen, rap
Scrap or keep it cappin' next night
Sound check will keeps the goods lappin'
Safe spot, lace Doc
And Monk he know what's happenin'
It's just a little nappy nigga always been
Trigger happy

(It's on, what's poppin?)
Hey, that nigga Sandman told you
How it's goin down? (4 Sho) He did? (yeah)
Fuck it, let's go nigga

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

So S man, what up? We gon' do this or what?
I know he sittin on somethin'
We been watchin' for months
(Plus his man just rolled up
He's about to Re-Up)
Let's hit em both at the same time
(Damn it's like you read my mind) 11: 29
Time to move out, ring the doorbells
Soon as he open the door
We whip the two's out
Everybody hit the floor scooped up the drugs
Pistol-whipped his hoe
He said the money's up under the rug
In the master bed room (Check it out Monk)
But, if you lyin'
Tonight all of y'all gonna be
Sleepin' in a tomb
Monk what the hell we got?

Bingo, we hit the jackpot
60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks
2 Glocks, fresh out the box
It's time to smash out
Kill a bitch, empty the clips
And then shake the spot
The homies in the car
Let' go, it's time to get on
Back to the spot, divide it up
So we can stack on
Sew the block up, bubble up
Cuz times is hard slippin in the streets
Your ass'll pay to serve charge
Cuz it cost to be the boss
Tough talk will get you traced in chalk
Spot Rusherz rush the spot
What the fuck you thought?

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

We all wanna bubble only with my niggas
We all wanna bubble only with my niggas

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