Binance

Only 4 My Niggas (Black Knights)

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor And plot to get figures, only with my niggas Late night, LAPD lurkin like a great white In bloody waters, yo we doggin cuz my click stay tight Pull up at the liquor sto', cuz we gotta get some Mo' 40's and blunts, smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk Bout to school Monk, cuz he like my right hand Grab a can for Sandman He runnin by a parked van, smoked up on the dark plan Devious plot, know how to get a knot Nothin major, just runnin up in the local spots I grab the blunts and the box of Newport's for Doc It's vice night, every block infested with cops I jumped back in, what's crackin? You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months You know he got dough stackin, stop playin Nigga I'm not playin They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11:30 Heard where the money be from a little birdie Don't hesitate to speak, I've got 17 slugs Let's make it in and out, and get the money and drugs If you scared then go to church, where the Simpleton at? He leave his bitch up in the house with a virtilo strap And she timid with it, wouldn't tell that she knew who did it We on the quest to survive, my niggas be the fittest Let make it happen, rap, scrap or keep it cappin Licks nice sound, cheques will keeps the goods lappin Safe spot, lace Doc, and Monk he know what's happenin It's just a little nappy nigga always been trigger-happy (It's on, what's poppin?) Hey, that nigga Sandman told you how it's goin down? (4 Sho) He did? (Yeah) Fuck it, let's go nigga So S-man, what up? We gon' do this or what? I know he sittin on somethin, we been watchin for months (Plus his man just rolled up, he's about to Re-Up) Let's hit em both at the same time (Damn it's like you read my mind) 11:29, time to move out, ring the doorbells Soon as he open the door, we whip the two's out Everybody hit the floor, scooped up the drugs Pistol-whipped his hoe, he said the money's up under the rug in the master bed room (Check it out Monk) But if you lyin, tonight all of y'all gonna be sleepin in a tomb Monk what the hell we got? Bingo, we hit the jackpot 60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks 2 glocks, fresh out the box It's time to smash out Kill a bitch, empty the clips, and then shake the spot The homies in the car, let's go, it's time to get home Back to the spot, divide it up, so we can stack on Sew the block up, bubble up, cuz times it's tart Slippin in the streets, your ass'll pay to serve charge Cuz it cost to be the boss Tough talk and get your braces charmed Spot Rusherz rush the spot, what the fuck you thought? We all wanna bubble, only with my niggas We all wanna bubble, only with my niggas