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letra de nigga 4 life - tha eastsidaz

[bad azz]
we confined to these wordly ways, it’s unchanging
the money makes, murder the kids, and g-ngb-ngin
the stock market crashed, they watchin my black -ss
you pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
the key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya
f-ck em they call us niggs i’m tryin to make a livin
do some touchin, you know i’m pretty good with the bustin
trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion
we’ll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
we the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
still the same, just f-ckin wit a brand new thang
bang, bang, take that, n-gg- ‘fore we skirt out
aint gotta say sh-t already put the word out
ya heard how the thang goes down around us
we playas, so haters can’t clown around us
on point, big fat blunts and joints
and get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f-ck
about you livin let alone you livin it up
n-gg-s is stuck, i’m tryin to keep my head above water
not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter
my time get the heart of my rhymes, get a n-gg- get better with time
and wonderin how i’m goin by, can’t help it in the heat of the
heartless hood, it’s all good

chorus: snoop dogg
you’s a n-gg- when you born, a n-gg- when you dyin
n-gg- quit lyin you’s a n-gg- for life
you’s a n-gg- when you ridin, a n-gg- when you sidin
n-gg- quit tryin you’s a n-gg- for life
you can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes
but you know what…
you cant change who the f-ck you are
you’s a motherf-cking n-gg- for life

[goldie loc]
it’s all sowed up, in the lbc
b-tches breakin bread when they see the lil -ss gee
i keeps my finga on the trigga ’cause i’m down for this bangin sh-t
quick to do it for the cause b-tch i smash for my dogs
so don’t get close to my nine
’cause if you do you in store to see your n-gg- do the crime

sirens goin off, n-gg-s bowin down
now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown
n-gg- f-ck you b-tches, and you hoes and you sl-ts
you tricks don’t know what the f-ck’s up
on the eastside we ride, n-gg- 24 / 9
tryin to keep my hands on somethin n-gg- at all times
ready for war now that my pockets got bigger
you other fools die when i ride for my n-gg-s
cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust
what you laughin at n-gg- don’t get your b-tch -ss rushed

chorus

[tray deee]
as a child i was wild as f-ck, and down to dump
and kept a sawed off brown to pump
and my reputation never takin time to thank
role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink
livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom
black stockings in our pockets and i pocket profits
f-ck a school, i tuck a tool and start steppin
first lesson, aint no question, you gotta have protection
sheets on the streets showin n-gg-s defeats
and most beef don’t cease ’til the trigga release
livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin
slangin g-ngb-ngin run a game in musslin
trustin nothin, sayin f-ck it is the slogan
everywhere we go we off the chronic and the potion
>from the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay
n-gg-s on the mission for the cabbage every day
cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes
what controls n-gg-s souls on the streets i roll
bold letters think the gangs where i bang is at
saints, cowboys, steelers and raider hats
though i know we all the same no matter what we claim
if you a n-gg- you a n-gg- and that aint gon change
we love martin luther king but respected malcolm
’cause he didn’t give a f-ck about the outcome

chorus 2x

- tha eastsidaz

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