Suspect Niggaz Lyrics - Originoo Gunn Clapazz

[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, 'cause 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 

[buckshot] 

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 

[havoc] 

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