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[Intro]
Turn your radios up
The real niggas are back on the radio

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, no slackin’, no beggin’, no askin’, no fastin’
No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
No answers to questions the media’s askin’
Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
There’s verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
We all African, okay, some Africans don’t like us, no way!
A killng happened in Johannesbur yesterday
Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
But I don’t buy that, I buy Aston Martins
Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I’m rich
With this N-word jargon I’m just starting, bitch!

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
Uzi on the nightstand, I’m the man you go to war with
Not the man you go to war against, patience, I’ll get you
If that means I can’t sleep a whole year, I’mma get you
I’m official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
I’ll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
Don’t forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
I flow tighter as Tootie’s braces, who he hatin us?
I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
Cause y’all some tellers, opposite of bankers
I’m the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
Clique still movin’ like Freemasons, so if I’m on the flow
From the law, there’s lodges all across the nation
Nas is bred for the plan
To hold the Grand Dragon’s head in my hand
Come and get me, here I am

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)

[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Verse 1: Nas]
Ugh, felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic
Monster Cody OG, hard as the Ramparts police
Warring like the Answars and Sunni
I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci, and what?
I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke
The bitch you with or the reason you not broke (“Rappers!”)
I don’t count your money, don’t want none of your smoke
I don’t feel your pain, I ain’t none of your folk
(“Niggas!”)It’s easy to put a gun in your throat
But I ain’t on that, trying to sip Coladas where it’s warm at
Cognac, crushed ice, y’all know how it is
Elijah said a women half your age plus seven years
Is a plus way to live, this is for the blunted
For the niggas who keep it one hundred
Who hunted by DAs and judges (“Green Lantern!”)
This is for the drunkards, stuck in the ghetto, for winos
And old ladies with high sugar levels
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough (“Nas!”)
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough

[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Outro: MC Ren Sample]
“Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me!”

[Interlude: Sample Collage]
“This is once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week, of course, in Brooklyn, with the tragedy over there, and then again last night, another police shooting.”

“Here’s what they think about you!”

“I hate motherfuckers like you. You niggas ain’t shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with the Smith and Wesson and you couldn’t do shit! How you feel now?”

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear up the interstate where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed out the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah
Act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High up as I float on
They gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard
Shit

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I’m not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

[Verse 1]
Got me lyin’ lyin’ for your love
Got me lyin’ lyin’ for your love
Am I losing losing myself
When I’m lyin’ lyin’ for your love?

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
For your love

[Verse 2]
In the silence, silence we broke
Sometimes violence, she makes no sound
Just a shadow in the darkness
In the darkness we were
In the silence, silence

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Lyin’ lyin’ for your love
I was insane, I was so blinded
Nothing remains, I didn’t mind it
Lyin’ Lyin’ for your love
For your love

[Bridge]
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
I was insane, I was so blinded
Nothing remains, I didn’t mind it
Lyin’ lyin’ for your love
For your love

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down