RIKERS
These niggas really think
It's a game out here
This shit is real
This shit a war
This shit a jungle
Fuck nigga
Look
Stomach shots sting ya body
When it hit ya flesh
Shit bagged Em
Went to Rucker
Put up 40 next
Day I'm mackin on the block
Give a bitch the sex
I like it when she get on top
Then she switch to neck...
I don't care how you feel
Nigga fuck ya feelings...
In that pussy all night
Bumping sexual healing...
What I'm saying is
We can get it on baby...
My flow potent
Like that crack smoke
Up in the 80s...
Niggas high if they think
They could fuck with B...
I be sitting
On my throne nigga
Comfortably
Sign a deal if that shit
More than 8 figures
As a lil nigga
I knew I would get Richer...
Or really ima die tryin
You niggas stay lying
Meaning your story is cap
And I be building with the gods
Spitting actual facts
Do the knowledge nigga
Just so you could see
Where you at motherfucka
Tuck ya chain lil nigga
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied...
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
Tuck ya chain lil nigga
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied...
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
You don't know what it's like
When that door close
Feds bagged you
Could've been
Getting real dough...
Another nigga got you sick
He bout to buss ya bitch...
Disrespectful niggas do that shit
Right in front of ya kids...
So when you get out
You bout to catch a body now
They bring you back for homicide
Man that's tough luck
Forget about you in the pen...
You don't got no friends...
All you got is your thoughts
Running touching the ceiling...
You gotta know certain shit
Don't need your energy
Remove yourself completely
If it ain't making sense
You know a nigga gotta hustle
Tryna him pay the rent
You doing dirt
Then you pray to Jesus
Just to repent...
These niggas
Moving mad backwards
Then wondering just why
They stuck
Told you in the chorus of my song
I don't give a fuck
How you hating on a nigga
Making legal bucks?
The truth is you wanna be me
Cause we know your life sucks
Mothafucka
Tuck ya chain lil nigga...
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
Tuck ya chain lil nigga...
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word
Then you bodied...
You know the rules
Moving stupid
Gonna get you locked
On Rikers Isle...
Bail set at 100, 000 thou
A goner now
It's a game out here
This shit is real
This shit a war
This shit a jungle
Fuck nigga
Look
Stomach shots sting ya body
When it hit ya flesh
Shit bagged Em
Went to Rucker
Put up 40 next
Day I'm mackin on the block
Give a bitch the sex
I like it when she get on top
Then she switch to neck...
I don't care how you feel
Nigga fuck ya feelings...
In that pussy all night
Bumping sexual healing...
What I'm saying is
We can get it on baby...
My flow potent
Like that crack smoke
Up in the 80s...
Niggas high if they think
They could fuck with B...
I be sitting
On my throne nigga
Comfortably
Sign a deal if that shit
More than 8 figures
As a lil nigga
I knew I would get Richer...
Or really ima die tryin
You niggas stay lying
Meaning your story is cap
And I be building with the gods
Spitting actual facts
Do the knowledge nigga
Just so you could see
Where you at motherfucka
Tuck ya chain lil nigga
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied...
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
Tuck ya chain lil nigga
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied...
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
You don't know what it's like
When that door close
Feds bagged you
Could've been
Getting real dough...
Another nigga got you sick
He bout to buss ya bitch...
Disrespectful niggas do that shit
Right in front of ya kids...
So when you get out
You bout to catch a body now
They bring you back for homicide
Man that's tough luck
Forget about you in the pen...
You don't got no friends...
All you got is your thoughts
Running touching the ceiling...
You gotta know certain shit
Don't need your energy
Remove yourself completely
If it ain't making sense
You know a nigga gotta hustle
Tryna him pay the rent
You doing dirt
Then you pray to Jesus
Just to repent...
These niggas
Moving mad backwards
Then wondering just why
They stuck
Told you in the chorus of my song
I don't give a fuck
How you hating on a nigga
Making legal bucks?
The truth is you wanna be me
Cause we know your life sucks
Mothafucka
Tuck ya chain lil nigga...
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word then you bodied
You know the rules
Niggas talk like they tough
But they ain't official
I be shootin at you
Pussies if you got a issue
Tuck ya chain lil nigga...
We'll run ya jewels
Say a word
Then you bodied...
You know the rules
Moving stupid
Gonna get you locked
On Rikers Isle...
Bail set at 100, 000 thou
A goner now
Credits
Writer(s): Bigal Harrison
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