What My Niggas Want

What My Niggas Want Lyrics

[Cam'ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't sh*t here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick b**ch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler sh*t, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo what type of sh*t is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? sh*t 37 hundred
I'm stunting p**sy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic,
type blow ?gamatic?, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit b**ch

[Busta Rhymes](chorus)
All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul niggas, what what
money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what what,
grimy niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what what
All my b**ches that's ready to wild with me, what what
And f**k a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money b**ches, what what, thug b**ches, what what,
corporate b**ches, what what
All the above b**ches

[Cam'ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone,
crib burned, Jim Jones sh*t permed like big Ern
And you speak that gang gang slang,
gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a whore,
slapping a whore, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that sh*t happend before
b**ch flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and f**king
Ya heard
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