Nas

Nas - Quiet Niggas lyrics

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Theres a lot of real niggas out there
 Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere
 Thats why you don't fuck with just anybody
 A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin
 Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em
 And then all hell break loose

 Hook (2)
 Quiet niggas will kill
 Loud niggas talk shit
 Them be the ones that get killed
 It's wild where we walk kid
 Is you brave nigga
 Is you a slave nigga
 Is you a made nigga
 Or is you a paid nigga

 Well known gangstas, in trust
 That we bust
 Your heart and soul lies with us
 Boldly go where we once took a nigga before
 Now the motha fucka beggin for more
 Its the reason
 Standin here shakin, hatin the haters
 They watchin my paper
 Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes
 Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop
 Nigga standin there just like a cop
 Braveheart I'm screamin up the block
 Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
 Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect
 Plans connect
 The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck
 More jazz than Hornecek
 I blast and leave your corner wet
 Straight on top of ya
 Spittin like the trench coat mafia
 In a school yard we make it hard
 Was poppin yawl
 We made our change was stoppin yawl
 They spray your names rest in peace on the ??? wall

 Hook (2)

 I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause
 Cling them things in the ??? you betta get yours
 Time is runnin out
 Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak
 Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep
 I miss the shit of days we did this
 Please free John Gotti
 They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody
 Drug wars is real
 You have no friends in the outfield


 Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles
 Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9
 Can't die a broke man with a bitch thats fine
 My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this
 Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation
 Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin
 You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin
 Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin
 You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin

 Hook (2)

 We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal
 Shots in your body make you see through
 Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas
 25 to life, big never cry niggas
 Floss when they up north
 Chest gettin bigger
 Celebs on the V I respect that nigga
 Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor
 Come through on man gang like the predator
 If yawl wake I'll wet it up
 Jungle set it up
 The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you
 Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what
 Ill will the label
 Bravehearts yawl scared of us

 Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed
 With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid
 These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge
 Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid
 Don't even rep Q B
 You ain't got hood stripes
 Looters come through catch you frontin
 And its good night
 Know how much force this is
 Juggle horse and whiz
 Notin but horses kid
 We go to war for this

 Hook (3
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Nastradamus (2018)

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