Текст песни Nas - Quiet Niggas (feat. Bravehearts)

Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Nas
Альбом: Nastradamus
Длительность: 04:58
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Nas: Where my real niggas at Theres a lot of real niggas out there Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere Thats why you don't fuck with just anybody A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose Nas: [Hook (2)] Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones that get killed It's wild where we walk kid Is you brave nigga Is you a slave nigga Is you a made nigga Or is you a paid nigga Wiz: Well known gangstas, in trust That we bust Your heart and soul lies with us Boldly go where we once took a nigga before Now the motha fucka beggin for more Its the reason Standin here shakin, hatin the haters They watchin my paper Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop Nigga standin there just like a cop Braveheart I'm screamin up the block Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect Plans connect The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck More jazz than Hornecek I blast and leave your corner wet Straight on top of ya Spittin like the trench coat mafia In a school yard we make it hard Was poppin yawl We made our change was stoppin yawl They spray your names rest in peace on the ?? wall [Hook (2)] Horse: I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause Cling them things in the ?? you betta get yours Time is runnin out Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep I miss the shit of days we did this Please free John Gotti They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody Drug wars is real You have no friends in the outfield Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 Can't die a broke man with a bitch thats fine My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin [Hook (2)] Jungle: We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal Shots in your body make you see through Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas 25 to life, big never cry niggas Floss when they up north Chest gettin bigger Celebs on the V I respect that nigga Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor Come through on man gang like the predator If yawl wake I'll wet it up Jungle set it up The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what Ill will the label Bravehearts yawl scared of us Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed When those niggas switched up and bitched up afraid These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid Don't even rep Q B You ain't got hood stripes Looters come through catch you frontin And its good night Know how much force this is Juggle horse and whiz Notin but horses kid We go to war for this [Hook (3)]
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