Z-Ro ft. Scarface - These NiggaZ Lyrics

[Guest .::BeatFactory::.]

Artist: Z-Ro featuring Scarface

Title: These NiggaZ

Album: The Life of Joseph W. McVey

Year: 2004

Samples: Windows Media | RealMedia

<A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0001BKB34/beatkingcom-20" target="_blank">BUY THIS ALBUM</a>

=====================================================

[Hook]

These niggaz, must of forgot

That I will squeeze triggas, thinking you gon play me

Nigga please nigga, get put in a G-R-A-V-E nigga

At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga

When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga

Fuck around and be a memory, nigga

[Z-Ro]

Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear

You niggaz hearts be pumping fear, but they don't pump none here

I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared

I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head

This how I feel about, all of y'all

Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all will fall

I use to be 165 in a city, where the skinny niggaz die

But now, I'm 220 with a 45

And I be set tripping, ready to wet niggaz and wet women

I stand alone me and my chrome, Southside representing

Don't need no motherfucking body, behind me

So when the law come looking for me, can't nobody find me

Mo' murder, bite em all like gasoline in my gat

So you get slid, like you got some vaseline on your back

This is an anybody killer, I ain't prejudice at all

Ever since my nigga set me up, to kick it with them laws

[Hook]

[scarface]

Bouts to put the smash on niggaz

Put the gas on, and put the match on niggaz, y'all must of forgot

How quick we flash on niggaz, blast on niggaz

Your ass gone nigga, you done fucked with the Lot

I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed

You took your shit nigga, lay in your bed

Who'd ever thought this nigga, that was sat down at our table and fed

Would turn on the streets, and roll with the FED's

I loved this nigga, now I roll around

With a mask and a strap, and a grudge for this nigga

Fucking with me, just adds the fuel to the fire

And I'm about to snap that wire

And go off, and empty out the whole clip in you

Denting your dinner, with bullet holes in your wind-a

I ain't fucking around, J give the word and we busting the clown

If you can narrow it down, we touching the ground

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

It make me wanna holla

Throw up both my hands, cause a nigga can't understand

Why these snitch niggaz and bitch niggaz, be P-A Spanish

Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge

And each way with display, they got no backbone

Looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown

Out of proportion, kicking they doors in trying to find em

But I'm above em and behind em, killing em slow with perfect timing

Bitch I always know where you at, your baby mama's

On your block, it really don't matter cause Ro and 'Face gon bring his hat

Please push my button, for me

So exit wounds can be all in your tummy, from my tommy

Mini 1-4 is what I ride with, cause thugs and murderers I reside with

Beef with and beef with, murder them or get high with

It really don't matter, it just depend on the situation for me

Like I don't get down and dirty, I can't believe nigga

[Hook]

[Ken]

I think they covered all the cultural cliche bases here.

You think they could be a little more creative?