Niggas Lyrics by Notorious B.I.G.

Niggas Lyrics

    Chorus: notorious b.i.g.

    To all my brooklyn "niggas!! (niggas!!)"
    To all my uptown "niggas!! (niggas!!)"
    To all my bronx "niggas!! (niggas!!)"
    To all my queensbridge "niggas!! (niggas!!)"
    "nigga nigga nigga.."

    [notorious b.i.g.]
    Back up chump, you know biggie smalls rips it quick
    And kicks it quick, you know how black niggaz get
    With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
    Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy g's
    Hittin buckshots at niggaz that open spots
    On the avenue, take my loot, and i'm baggin you
    Pimpin hoes that drive volvo's and rodeos
    Flash the roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
    Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
    Grip the glock, when i walk down the crowded blocks
    Just in case a nigga wanna act out
    I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
    That's a real nigga for ya

    Chorus

    [notorious b.i.g.]
    When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
    Just in case dread wanna riff
    He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
    Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
    That's a real nigga for ya
    Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
    Spit at the d.a., cause fuck what she say
    She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
    Up north found first stop for the town
    Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
    You'll be a super hoover doo-doo stain remover
    Ha hahhh, yo g, pass the ruler

    Chorus 2x

    [notorious b.i.g.]
    Money hoes and clothes
    Blunt smoke comin out the nose, is all a nigga knows
    Flippin on foes, puttin tags on toes
    Watchin the stash grow, clockin the cashflow
    The neighborhood gravedigga
    Gettin paid so much, all the bitches wanna see a nigga
    I guess they figure i'm paid, i wanna get laid
    Or since i got loot i wanna knock boots
    I'd rather beat my dick than trick
    And if she don't suck then we don't fuck
    I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
    Grab the 9, two clips, and run amuck
    Yes, flex at the two or three benzes
    I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
    A fly guy? well fuck it, i'm the high guy
    From bed-stuy, puttin the swellin on your eye
    And your nose even, when i choke ya you stop breathin
    And when jake come, i'm leavin!

    Chorus 4x

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