Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap, Nas, Nashawn - Millennium Thug lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap, Nas, Nashawn - Millennium Thug lyrics]
Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels
Clappin' these dudes a straight born Killa
It's QB borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
Niggas that put holes in squealers
Dope dealers, i see police flashin' through
My rearview mirror
Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
Safety off the Nine
They gotta kill me for mine i'm floatin'
Left lane open where I could get through
The cop blazed the pistol
Busted out my back window
I skidded out, now I'm outta control
Slammed on the break and shot
Out the rear do'
I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
It's gotta be them cause I ain't dyin'
I'm bonin' out
Bit the top off a Guiness stoute
Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
Look at my mug
You can tell that I'm bugged niggas
Chorus - Why it feel good to be
Real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll
Niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel
Great? Why ya'll look mad with a
Frowned face? Why the hoes love
The Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'?
Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel
Plates? With big slugs that can't be traced
And why ya'll look so corny
Tryin' to imitate these
Real niggas that'll punch you in your face?
I saw niggas get smacked and have
The street thinkin' they real
Saw niggas wives and knew 'em
As the cum drinkin' girls
High saditty, she act like she innocent
She act like her pussy ain't
Where my niggas been
Hate when she act like she never met me
She can't forget me
Thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me
Cause I cruise yachts like
Lefty and Sonny Black
Your hoes wanna lick honey out my crack
I'll fart in your bitch mouth
She call me psychic
Cause I knew she would like it
Push fleetwood Caddy's feelin' righteous
I eat good, no red meat I like Fish
Ya'll never in your life seen money
I live like a Gangster
From the Nineteen Twenties
Smuggle bootleg liquor
I shoot 'till you dead nigga
I'm about bread
These rhymes is off the head nigga
Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
I flow off techno beats and rep the streets
You a one verse assasin
I'm a multiple LP long lastin' peekin' again
Grimy nigga with different color
Ink in my skin
Former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King
Respect it
See me with the shit I say on record
Not like these fake thugs, please wake up
If I die I'm'a rise from the grave
With two Four-Fives and maggots in my
Eyes to make niggas pay!
Clappin' these dudes a straight born Killa
It's QB borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
Niggas that put holes in squealers
Dope dealers, i see police flashin' through
My rearview mirror
Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
Safety off the Nine
They gotta kill me for mine i'm floatin'
Left lane open where I could get through
The cop blazed the pistol
Busted out my back window
I skidded out, now I'm outta control
Slammed on the break and shot
Out the rear do'
I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
It's gotta be them cause I ain't dyin'
I'm bonin' out
Bit the top off a Guiness stoute
Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
Look at my mug
You can tell that I'm bugged niggas
Chorus - Why it feel good to be
Real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll
Niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel
Great? Why ya'll look mad with a
Frowned face? Why the hoes love
The Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'?
Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel
Plates? With big slugs that can't be traced
And why ya'll look so corny
Tryin' to imitate these
Real niggas that'll punch you in your face?
I saw niggas get smacked and have
The street thinkin' they real
Saw niggas wives and knew 'em
As the cum drinkin' girls
High saditty, she act like she innocent
She act like her pussy ain't
Where my niggas been
Hate when she act like she never met me
She can't forget me
Thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me
Cause I cruise yachts like
Lefty and Sonny Black
Your hoes wanna lick honey out my crack
I'll fart in your bitch mouth
She call me psychic
Cause I knew she would like it
Push fleetwood Caddy's feelin' righteous
I eat good, no red meat I like Fish
Ya'll never in your life seen money
I live like a Gangster
From the Nineteen Twenties
Smuggle bootleg liquor
I shoot 'till you dead nigga
I'm about bread
These rhymes is off the head nigga
Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
I flow off techno beats and rep the streets
You a one verse assasin
I'm a multiple LP long lastin' peekin' again
Grimy nigga with different color
Ink in my skin
Former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King
Respect it
See me with the shit I say on record
Not like these fake thugs, please wake up
If I die I'm'a rise from the grave
With two Four-Fives and maggots in my
Eyes to make niggas pay!