Dave Bing

Dave Bing - Tha Next Niggaz lyrics

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(feat. Caddillac Tah, Chink Santana, Crooked I, Dave Bing)



C'mon D roll, let's go

Yeah, sup motherfuckers?

It's your nigga Irv Gotti on the motherfuckin check in

Me and my nigga sug came to bring ya the new niggaz, the next niggaz

Eastwood, Crooked I, Ronnie Bumps, Dave Bing, Black Child, Caddilac Tah

Santana tell these niggaz what the fuck is up



[Chorus]

Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us

My niggaz don't play

Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks

For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain

Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's the roll for life)

We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma



[Eastwood]

Nigga put your motherfuckin hands up

I bang a roll when it's a stick-up

Double when I'm in the pick-up

And tie your loud mouth bitch up

Listen we came for murder so I'm aimin to kill

Aimin the steel, cock it back and show me the real

I get high in the moonlight

My brains so sick, Wit a game so thick

We about to tear the frame on shit

I'm the murderest disaster, ghetto child, thug basterd

And I can't be seen before Christ or after



[Crooked I]

Nigga my left hand hold some of the best damn toast

It's Heavier than the weight on a depressed mans show

This is Crooked, the secret ambre

I put so many infa-red dots on shirt

Niggaz would think you was quamade

I'ma get your ass while your passin some indo

Blastin your benzo

And leave half of you face mashed on the passenger window

Then go bang your ho

Plus put her on the hood, that bitch gon bang the road

Ya know



[Chorus]

Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us

My niggaz don't play

Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks

For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain

Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life)

We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma



[Ronnie Bumps]

What do you know about parkin a nigga (eve break in his face)

Fo-five straight shakin a nigga

You gon be crying while you crawlin

I got arms and dog I keep fallin (Ya in and out of walls)

With them same niggaz that smoked my man

And I be damned if I die without a gun in my hand

From W.H. get shot die calm

Gettin buried in hate, chi-chi mind move on



[Dave Bing]

Blazin the track better known for slingin crack

Ya paid to rap now niggaz jealous of that (Uh-huh)

It's eatin em up (But we still incin it up)

Screamin murda (Ya we don't give a fuck)

I hate the wild on niggaz, while the style on niggaz (Uh-huh)

When they smile upon bitches tell em make three wishes

But if niggaz wanna front, then they end up in a trunk

On the front seat slumped

Holes in em from the pump (From the pump nigga what)



[Chorus]

Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us

My niggaz don't play

Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks

For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain

Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life)

We all about butts and fuckin them sluts ma



[Black Child]

I was a late '70's baby

Started playin wit guns and expirimented wit drugs in the early '80's

You could tell the streets raised me

The way I, fondle the 380

My momma did me crazy

Don't ask about my father I didn't have a father figure

The streets was my nigga, heat was my liqour

Theres freaks in my picture anything to get richer

I was wit ya, and leave it to the lord to come get ya



[Caddillac Tah]

Yeah

Man y'all ready to go, when the gun show

Let one go for fun though

Just to let niggaz see how the gun toast

C-A, Double D, I, Double L To the A To the C me

Flyin threw the hood in the C3

Nothin but gangsta is how I like it and live it

Like skies is the limit

From slingin dimes to pridics

Y'all niggaz vide it bitchess

And I sensed it from the door, to senseitive for war

Pull your skirt up motherfucker it's murder



[Chorus]

Pain, y'all really pressin y'all luck if you tryin to bring it to us

My niggaz don't play

Like them nallies in them Cadillac Trucks

For whoever ready to bust, We all about pain

Is red run and my niggaz stay high (It's murda for life)

We all about butts and fuckin them sluts m
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