Suspect Niggaz Lyrics by Originoo Gunn Clapazz

Suspect Niggaz Lyrics

    [starang wondah]
    Yo it's that real nigga shit
    That make the real niggas get
    Buckwild, jumpin out they whips
    So i been fresh like the prince ever since grade 6
    Can't turn back, i ain't been the same since
    You know how bitch niggas in the industry
    Pretend to be a friend of me
    In the long run, becomin enemies
    R.i.p. wet capone, who got jooked up
    Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up
    Got niggas out on the av., they all shook up
    Me and henny think this o.g.c. is booked up
    Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
    Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)
    They better ask someone
    Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
    Yo ass get down, starang say blast them son
    Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive guns

    [louieville sluggah]
    Aiyo some chick asked her home girl "who is he?"
    She said "you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e
    That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly
    Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
    G.c. til the day i d, all night but it up, m.f.c. for life
    Niggas i looked up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
    Grab ya kids, niggas is barney
    Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
    They gonna stay hungry, cuz our days gettin sunny
    Aiyo i put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
    G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
    Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit home

    [starang wondah]
    Yo, who hit starang wondah, relation and stevie
    Hennyville, guns buck to m-o-b-b
    Should ya work hard, to us comes easy
    Don't want beef here, no prob come see me

    [top dog big kahuna]
    Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back
    That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
    You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out
    My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf
    I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black
    Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
    Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
    So where we at? bucktown muthafuckas
    Who are we? m.f.c., bitch niggas
    We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down

    Let's take a walk through park slow, not what you eat
    But we practice the art of chokin these streets of brook-lan
    Is similar to vietnam, so be it to bomb
    We never calm especially when we get illegally searched
    Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
    That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
    Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
    Buck never quit, i walk the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me
    Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93
    Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
    Cock quick, nigga watch this

    I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
    On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens
    Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
    Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
    Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches
    Got you in the home or house of snitches
    Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
    Four building, what 'em crumble
    I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
    Just prepare, shit ready to cock
    Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes
    Number one fan, to po nine
    Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
    I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
    Ask my mother, god bless, that was quick, to hold mine

    [starang wondah]
    I wet my man, big hav from the m-o-b-b
    Hennyville, buckshot my man d-o-g
    Should ya work hard, for us comes easy
    Ya want beef, no prob come see me
    O.g.c., mobb deep, brownsville and qb
    Pocket change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.
    Bob marley spliff, crack open the hennecy
    You want beef here, no prob come see we