My Niggas (Letra)

Meek Mill Part. August Alsina

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I pray to God man that we ball for a hundred summers
You know me I did it for my niggas man
And I want everything my niggas want
You feel me

I want everything my niggas want
Except for the hoes they fucking
But if they happen to fuck my hoes
Then I fuck their hoes and its nothing
Cause we all living life and we stuntin’
My niggas was there when they wasn’t
And these bitches be there when you buzzing
And now that we here all these bitches they fucking
And all of a sudden these niggas be hating
They told me I never would make it
My niggas was down when these niggas was faking
Now we run the town and they mad that we made it
But we wasn’t mad when these niggas was on
Fuck y’all thought we was doing
When I was putting in all that time
Grind hard nigga you gon’ shine
Like a diamond in the sky
And these words I can’t describe
How I miss my niggas that died
I’ll war with the reaper to see them two times
My brother’s my keeper its never two sides
Its Dc or nothing nigga
And all these niggas screaming fuck us
Cause they hoes fucking with us

[August Alsina:]
I gon’ ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I’mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell ‘em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

I want everything my niggas want
Buy a foreign give my nigga one
Hundred thou give my sister some
Bought momma crib get her a bigger one
This year for my day ones
That stayed down when we ain’t get to run
Flying jet and fucking hoes
Everybody can’t get to come
Everybody can’t be the boss
Keep your head up, you gon’ see the stars
Put your head down you gon’ see the ground
On the tour they got to see me now
All this food they got to eat it now
What all you haters forgot
What you forgot that I paid all my dues
I was like twenty I purchased a watch
Back when I prayed to God to get a brick, nigga
Prayed to God to be a rich nigga
Prayed to God to get a brand new Rollie
All flooded on my wrist nigga
Timing is everything
I love all my niggas and my family is loyal
I’m buying them everything
Put Papi through college and everything

[August Alsina:]
I gon’ ride with my niggas
Even if a nigga ball or fall, I know I’mma be alright with my niggas
If we keep grinding, tell ‘em where to buy me or find me
Everything my niggas want
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my niggas want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
And I want everything my nigga want, everything
I want everything, I want everything
I want everything my nigga want, everything my niggas want
I want everything

All of my niggas its all of my niggas
I swear we won’t fall out for money or hoes
All of my niggas its all of my niggas
We busting them down if they come by the load
Down by the code
Get it, you flip it, you bag it, you add it, divide and subtract it
You niggas spending your cop money profit
The fuck is you doing? Hustling backwards

How you gon’ get money like that
I just talked to my nigga on the phone
He said, “Meek Milly, you did for the team again”
We gon’ ball for a hundred fuckin’ summers
One time for the Chasers

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My Niggas (Letra)

Robbie Williams

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Just cause I love my niggas, (Ruff Ryders)
I shed blood for my niggas. (Ryde or die)
Let a nigga holla, ‘Where my niggas?’ (Get down or lay down)
All I wanna hear is, ‘Right here my niggas.’
(We here nigga) [echoes]

You won’t take this from me baby!
You will not take this from me baby!
Ya know grrrrr

My niggas some niggas that you don’t wanna try
My niggas some niggas that’s really do or die
My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry
My niggas will fry my niggas will rob
My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin’ job
My niggas know what it’s like when shit gettin’ hard
My niggas stay pullin’ you other niggas cards
My niggas It’s God my niggas we’ll shine
My niggas just knew it was a matter of time
My niggas let me know to keep fuckin’ with the rhymes
My niggas ain’t no longer livin’ with crime
My niggas is fine my niggas is good
My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood
My niggas know how to take it back to the hood
My niggas will put you down right where you stood
My niggas they could my niggas they will
My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill
My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill
My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill
My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas (echoes)

My Niggas (Letra)

Big Daddy Kane

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Just cause i love my niggas, (ruff ryders)
I shed blood for my niggas. (ryde or die)
Let a nigga holla, "where my niggas?" (get down or lay down)
All i wanna hear is, "right here my niggas."
(we here nigga) <echoes>

You won’t take this from me baby!
You will not take this from me baby!
Ya know grrrrr

My niggas some niggas that you don’t wanna try
My niggas some niggas that’s really do or die
My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry
My niggas will fry my niggas will rob
My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin’ job
My niggas know what it’s like when shit gettin’ hard
My niggas stay pullin’ you other niggas cards
My niggas it’s god my niggas we’ll shine
My niggas just knew it was a matter of time
My niggas let me know to keep fuckin’ with the rhymes
My niggas ain’t no longer livin’ with crime
My niggas is fine my niggas is good
My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood
My niggas know how to take it back to the hood
My niggas will put you down right where you stood
My niggas they could my niggas they will
My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill
My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill
My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill
My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas (echoes)

My Niggas (Letra)

DMX

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Yeah
Uhhh

[foxy]
It’s time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin’ minds right
Cause it’s about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid capri
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin’ l-o-x
That’s right

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin’ they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin’ they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one’s
But niggas goin’ hand and hand, are havin’ to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don’t know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[sheek]
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so ya’ll niggas try to quaratine us
Ya’ll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin’ sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring ‘em champagne with five matts on
>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, ya’ll check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin’ off pre-release dates
For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates
>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like whiteies
And bitches have all nighties
Suckin’ dick, me i’m on some jail shit
Standing up, jerkin’ off, while these hoes see these doubles click

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin’ they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin’ they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one’s
But niggas goin’ hand and hand, are havin’ to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don’t know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[foxy brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet i salute all chicks that be gettin’ them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin’ that crist’
Specially to the one’s, who be ridin’ that dick
And if the pussy bangin’, hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let ‘em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these cats
Paid our dues, for 62’s, taped to the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, i put that one the life that i ride
Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby fuck if i fry
It’s a ditry game, when it come to slingin’ them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh

Chorus (styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin’ they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin’ they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one’s
But niggas goin’ hand and hand, are havin’ to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don’t know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[styles]
Fred one, for niggas that be bustin’ they gun
Till the death, what’d you expect for a couple of one’s
Fred two, for niggas that ain’t ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
That ain’t never comin’ home, but you know how it be
Livin’ to die, but niggas ain’t willin’ to die
If you bust up in the air, you ain’t killin’ the sky
Feelin’ the high, nigga is you willin’ to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain’t stealin’ the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, ya’ll niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, i want money and the power
Assassin, you think it’s a joke, you’ll die laughing
Hoppin’ out the plane, and only bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin’ me
Dog i’m a whole different pedigree
Take me to the limit, i’m layin’ in the cut
While you playin’ in the scrimage
Meet you at the final
Lyrically, i’m spiritually, drunkier then a winow
Posion, house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell ‘em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
I’m the govenor, ya’ll bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the border
Transport the water, sheerest corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn’t the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
Nobody gets up

Muthafuckas
L-o-x muthafucka
L-o-x, try this shit

Chorus (with ad-libs)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin’ they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin’ they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one’s
But niggas goin’ hand and hand, are havin’ to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don’t know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate