Half-a-mil

Half-a-mil - Some Niggaz songtekst

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[Chorus: x2]

Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)

Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)

Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)

Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)



[Verse 1:]

Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one

Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need

I'm gettin something, if not then im hittin' something

Definately, especially if my rims is touchin'

Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind

You can throw 1000 signs, im only concerned about the dollar signs

Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet

State to state, nationally, actually, factually 

I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry

I got And 1's that match with me

City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me

Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee

Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be

Hollerin' and he bustin' big guns and coming after me

I'm willin', real live shit, aint no acting B

It's not a game, WE AINT PLAYIN

Dunn we praying

Wont stop till everyone laying, on the pavement

Every nigga you came with, is gettin painted

We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise

I seen the best of them die

Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye

So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye

Why?



[Chorus: x2]

Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)

Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)

Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)

Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)



[Verse 2:]

Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill

Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil

Even if it means you kill

You resting in peace i rest in blue steel

Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals

How crazy you feel?

Militant Click, ten in the whip 

I know bohemians wit plenty of chips

Pull this off and we'll be rich

Filthy as top, bill the milkiest

In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live

They on some rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript

I wanna man by every exit so they can't split

Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit

Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit

Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit

Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip

Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's

Splittin' mathematics on the weekday

Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases

Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me



[Chorus: repeat til fade]
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