My Niggas Lyrics - Singles - Kid Capri

Yeah 

Uhhh 

[foxy] 

It's time for everybody 

To get they muthafuckin' minds right 

Cause it's about to go down 

Straight like that 

Oooh 

Uhhh 

Kid capri 

Ill na na 

And the muthafuckin' l-o-x 

That's right 

Chorus (styles) 

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks 

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns 

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's 

But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run 

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state 

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight 

For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate 

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate 

[sheek] 

Aye yo, aye yo 

Our shit contagious, so y'all niggas try to quaratine us 

Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is 

My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies 

Six cars between us, laced out 

Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes 

We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose 

Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on 

My python, gettin' sex 

In hotels with connect the rooms 

Fill letter walk through on his ex 

Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm 

Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on 

>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it 

Next stop is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it 

Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates 

For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates 

>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it 

Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics 

When we eat fish like whiteies 

And bitches have all nighties 

Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit 

Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click 

Chorus (styles) 

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks 

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns 

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's 

But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run 

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state 

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight 

For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate 

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate 

[foxy brown] 

Uhh, uhh 

Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips 

Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist' 

Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick 

And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick 

And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats 

Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh 

Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats 

And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats 

Me and my bitches got down for these cats 

Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top 

Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine 

Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride 

Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5 

Now fucking my crew, suffer and die 

Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry 

It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs 

Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change 

Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh 

Chorus (styles) 

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks 

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns 

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's 

But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run 

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state 

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight 

For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate 

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate 

[styles] 

Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun 

Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's 

Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit 

Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit 

Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key 

That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be 

Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die 

If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky 

Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie 

You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie 

I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck 

Lox brothers, y'all niggas is cock-suckers 

Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power 

Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing 

Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain 

Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me 

Dog I'm a whole different pedigree 

Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut 

While you playin' in the scrimage 

Meet you at the final 

Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow 

Posion, house full of rhyme 

Bring your boys in 

Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch 

I'm the govenor, y'all bitch niggas is crowds 

Take orders, we need passports at the border 

Transport the water, sheerest corner 

Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure 

Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop 

Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up 

Nobody gets up 

Muthafuckas 

L-o-x muthafucka 

L-o-x, try this shit 

Chorus (with ad-libs) 

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks 

>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns 

Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's 

But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run 

The niggas that had cake and got sent up state 

For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight 

For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate 

Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate