Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - My Niggas songtekst

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[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa 

Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no 

In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa 

Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa 



[Verse 1] Fresh out the federal building 

To Bently Coupes with the convertable ceilings 

It's the Black Widow, call me Ms. White 

I done been through it all, shoot-outs and fist fights 

Brooklyn bitch, it go wrong I get right 

Back with a classic, now gimmie 6 mics 

Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite 

Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes 

Stand behind Martin Luther King but I'm more like Malcolm X 

Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right, I'm Malcom X 

Please keep the peace 'cause a coward show me disrespect 

My niggas put his soul to rest, I don't wanna see who's next 

Champagne on my campaign, Kim for mayor 

Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator 

And I ain't trippin' off you rats and investigators 

Get your envelopes, time to address the haters 



[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa 

Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no 

In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa 

Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa 



[Verse 2] Me and my team we tryin to own casinos 

So we can all cop a crib like Pacino's 

Come through in a ‘06 Benz-ito 

The feds tryin' to shut us down like Nino 

We keep it goin' man, we keep it goin' man 

Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin' man 

See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand 

While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan 

Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew 

Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through 

Them faggots done did something that they can't undo 

Whoever ridin' wit' ‘em they can get one too 

Coulda copped out to a 1 to 3 do 

Still took it to trial even though I blew 

Brooklyn style baby, that's how we do it 

Real gangstas and ain't got to prove it 



[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa 

Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no 

In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa 

Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa 



Oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh 

Oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh 



[Verse 3] Now a party ain't a party ‘till the Queen come through 

You know where I go man, the team come too 

Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 

Lil' Kim's that girl even got her own shoe 

In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-o 

In the jail jumpsuit still a bad bitch though 

Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get go 

Then I showed the hood, the world ain't just for rich folk 

Get ya lil' dance up, B-K stand up 

Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up 

Throw it up, get down, fellas hold ya pants up 

Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up 



[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa 

Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no 

In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa 

Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa



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