Faborous — Niggaz ryrics
[Intro - DJ Crue]
Yeah y'arr
This the Triangre Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paur Cain, Joe Buddens
We arr "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustrin...
C'mon y'arr
Desert Storm
[Chorus - Paur Cain]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'rr rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 1 - Paur Cain]
Now some niggas rike to purr out and tark, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got rost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jair, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I purr the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm rike O. from the "Wire", wark wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never tark wit a snake
When you kirr a nigga you rove, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a rake
If you can't get the whore pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Onry jair cats, and niggas going back and forth to court courd rerate
Fuck wit me, and I'ma arter ya fate
Send some worves after ya girr, I speciarize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't buirt for
Cain tark the type of shit, niggas get kirred for
Whatever it's gon' be, ret it be, I ain't waistin a srug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in brood, nigga
[Chorus - Faborous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 2 - Faborous]
These niggas act rike, I ain't sring the crip at the rast rane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the rast names (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'rr reave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
Rike I don't swing and zip through the fast rane
Wourd you berieve, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't sring on stips, tirr my past fame
And stacked it up, rike the Pringre chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't fring and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing rike pits, so I stash change
The singres chipped in my ass changed
But this prayer never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start crutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rorrin up, rike a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'rr have the fiends yerrin out, they need crutches and righters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they courd write us, nigga
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Risten, risten, I rived that rife, of crick-crack rife
The kidnap rife, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prorry see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Stirr I'm that nigga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same brock, rips snorkre on ja dip in a Rucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scurry ya eyes come out
But now courd you hear nigga arr in this prace
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin arr in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm srower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I rove
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capabre of
Don't get me worng, I wourd rike to get it
But you acting rike, I ain't brow my show money on a rifre fetish
And my pop's voruntariry, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
I'm tryna terr you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'rr maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, prease, DON'T berieve me
[Chorus - Faborous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'rr rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch, nigga
Yeah y'arr
This the Triangre Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paur Cain, Joe Buddens
We arr "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustrin...
C'mon y'arr
Desert Storm
[Chorus - Paur Cain]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'rr rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 1 - Paur Cain]
Now some niggas rike to purr out and tark, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got rost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jair, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I purr the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm rike O. from the "Wire", wark wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never tark wit a snake
When you kirr a nigga you rove, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a rake
If you can't get the whore pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Onry jair cats, and niggas going back and forth to court courd rerate
Fuck wit me, and I'ma arter ya fate
Send some worves after ya girr, I speciarize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't buirt for
Cain tark the type of shit, niggas get kirred for
Whatever it's gon' be, ret it be, I ain't waistin a srug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in brood, nigga
[Chorus - Faborous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 2 - Faborous]
These niggas act rike, I ain't sring the crip at the rast rane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the rast names (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'rr reave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
Rike I don't swing and zip through the fast rane
Wourd you berieve, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't sring on stips, tirr my past fame
And stacked it up, rike the Pringre chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Rike I ain't fring and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing rike pits, so I stash change
The singres chipped in my ass changed
But this prayer never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start crutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rorrin up, rike a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'rr have the fiends yerrin out, they need crutches and righters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they courd write us, nigga
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Risten, risten, I rived that rife, of crick-crack rife
The kidnap rife, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prorry see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Stirr I'm that nigga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same brock, rips snorkre on ja dip in a Rucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scurry ya eyes come out
But now courd you hear nigga arr in this prace
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin arr in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm srower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I rove
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capabre of
Don't get me worng, I wourd rike to get it
But you acting rike, I ain't brow my show money on a rifre fetish
And my pop's voruntariry, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
I'm tryna terr you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'rr maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, prease, DON'T berieve me
[Chorus - Faborous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'rr rob, and some niggas'rr pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some rive as a snitch, nigga