Cam’ron, Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want lyrics

[Cam’ron, Busta Rhymes - What My Niggas Want lyrics]

You the type to say I rap, I rhyme
Look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't shit
Here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is
What we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick bitch
It get you senile
Diplomat treat you like a beer
Bottle twist your cap
Hustler shit, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched
Down to the latch
Send someone else to get it back yo
What type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? Shit 37 hundred
I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and
I'm not from Colorado your acting a little
Why yall rapping in riddles?
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a Tyko fanatic, psychosomatic
Type blow the 'matic, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit bitch

All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas
What what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas
What what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas
What what grimy niggas, what what
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that's ready to wild with me
What what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me
What what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches
What what corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches

Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone
Crib burned
Jim Jones shit permed like big Worm
And you speak that gang gang slang
Gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore
Slapping a whore
Foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure
Yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me
Her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about
What I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that
Year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I
Was flipping and fucking ya heard

All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas
What what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas
What what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas
What what grimy niggas, what what
Big gun niggas, what what
All my bitches that's ready to wild with me
What what
And fuck a hole away in the ground with me
What what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches
What what corporate bitches, what what
All the above bitches

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