Shyheim, Dom Pachino - G-Niggaz lyrics
[Shyheim, Dom Pachino - G-Niggaz lyrics]
G-Niggas, what? Yeah, they keep calling
(leave me alone, leave me alone)
Only problem is, they ain't saying shit
(leave me alone) they keep telling me
What everybody else is doing
(fuck them niggas, man)
What you doing (tell me) what you doing?
With the bread, I got nova
Head, the lead spread, a soldier dead
Niggas keep telling me, P, hold your head
But, I can't, wait for this CREAM, no more
Knowing it's my dream to law
I see weak niggas get rich
Now ain't that a bitch and whore
Should I resort
To the shit that have a nigga in court
Man, I been there, done that
Played that sport
Ran up and down these blocks like
A game of full court
Sold green, sold snort, at the same time
Holding my fort like a tiena on San Juan
But it's Dom Pachino and Shyheim
Team Napalm, feel the strength
Same niggas, same borough, same hood
Now ain't that making sense? It's all good
We got an LP for ya, a movie in the making
We out, to get that cake
Cuz it's ours for the taking
And the women be loving us
Cuz we some fly niggas
And niggas be hating us, because
We some live niggas
Just as long as they don't try and to
Affect our figures we let 'em live, as long
As they respect G-Niggas, what?
We G-Niggas, you know us when you see niggas
Staten Isle, Broad Street and Todd G niggas
We creep on you
And lay that fucking beam on you
You freeze up
Til you feel that fucking steam on you
My name rings like the sample in this beat
I parked up next to the Phantom on the street
And walked away while the CD still playing
So visual, you can see these words I'm saying
Sold so much 'white chick'
You thought I was a Wayans
In my hometown, they labeled me king
Cuz I am (who you?) the DON
And he's my muthafuckin' homey, the DOM
Bottom Up and Napalm, we form the strength
Crimes high and cyanides
So much strategically
Nine times out ten times, he be with me
I'm talking sense, eight seven, eight
Nine pS 14, IS 49, but keep Port Richmond
Curtis and New Dorf
You know, you soft, they heard, who lost
So run off, and jerk off, jerk off
(leave me alone, leave me alone)
Only problem is, they ain't saying shit
(leave me alone) they keep telling me
What everybody else is doing
(fuck them niggas, man)
What you doing (tell me) what you doing?
With the bread, I got nova
Head, the lead spread, a soldier dead
Niggas keep telling me, P, hold your head
But, I can't, wait for this CREAM, no more
Knowing it's my dream to law
I see weak niggas get rich
Now ain't that a bitch and whore
Should I resort
To the shit that have a nigga in court
Man, I been there, done that
Played that sport
Ran up and down these blocks like
A game of full court
Sold green, sold snort, at the same time
Holding my fort like a tiena on San Juan
But it's Dom Pachino and Shyheim
Team Napalm, feel the strength
Same niggas, same borough, same hood
Now ain't that making sense? It's all good
We got an LP for ya, a movie in the making
We out, to get that cake
Cuz it's ours for the taking
And the women be loving us
Cuz we some fly niggas
And niggas be hating us, because
We some live niggas
Just as long as they don't try and to
Affect our figures we let 'em live, as long
As they respect G-Niggas, what?
We G-Niggas, you know us when you see niggas
Staten Isle, Broad Street and Todd G niggas
We creep on you
And lay that fucking beam on you
You freeze up
Til you feel that fucking steam on you
My name rings like the sample in this beat
I parked up next to the Phantom on the street
And walked away while the CD still playing
So visual, you can see these words I'm saying
Sold so much 'white chick'
You thought I was a Wayans
In my hometown, they labeled me king
Cuz I am (who you?) the DON
And he's my muthafuckin' homey, the DOM
Bottom Up and Napalm, we form the strength
Crimes high and cyanides
So much strategically
Nine times out ten times, he be with me
I'm talking sense, eight seven, eight
Nine pS 14, IS 49, but keep Port Richmond
Curtis and New Dorf
You know, you soft, they heard, who lost
So run off, and jerk off, jerk off