[Chorus x1]
That's my nigga, he pull the trigger any time
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9
That's my nigga, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust, bust em down
[Verse 1]
I feel like I gotta go out revenge my mans death
Kill the captain, rest in peace my nigga, he's in heaven
You know the shit that we been through
You should've never walked the street without your heat too
But its alright yo, it was almost a miracle
You wiped the tears from my eyes, said goodbye, told me go
I dropped to my knees begging for forgivness
Left killing to the Lord, now I'm handling business
I'm on my way out the hospital, cocking back the heater
About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, what's taken over me
I'm bout to rest more niggas than a motherfucking cemetary
[Verse 2 - Marc Rippin]
Yo that's my nigga
Hes on the corner thinking murderous, scandalous
Evilous, scheming, hes even killing fucking people
He's drinking forty's, smoking blunts
Yo that's his brain twisted
The sickest, the illest, niggas walking, body stickin'
He's slippin' on nigga, he's sticking up your party
He's caching bodies, living rowdy
That nigga lives for confrontation
So crews be facing all that heavy weight and
The blasting, so then fashion niggas won't be lasting
Its real, the knuckle head nigga be short fusin'
Divide, abuse, drug abusion, the slug shootin'
So everyday he's fuckin' lootin', some other shit
Death wishin', its '96 strictly head splittin'
[Chorus x1]
That's my nigga, he pull the trigger any time
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9
That's my nigga, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Brothers wanna fuss get bust, bust em down
[Verse 3]
Yo that's my nigga
The killer, guerilla, licker, sipper
The dungeon dweller
Look at his drunk ass in the gutter
He got a box cutter to slice ya
He don't like ya, he might be drunk
He's no punk, his drunk ass will fight ya
And light you up like a lightning bolt
His minds polluted with smoke tho the kid is no joke
Yo I once seem him choke on his vomit
He's no comic, he comes atomic when he gets his chronic in his tonic
And ask me why
?[taste the with the beer for a chaser]?
Creates a monster that will come here to mutilate ya
Yo he hate ya, he hate ya with a passion
He drunk off his ass laughing and now he starts blasting
[Verse 4]
Ahhh shucks
And if he pull a trigger I guess you stuck
Ammunition will make you duck, yo put 'em up
For confrontation, next generation
My 40 grand man that takes vacation
For concentration in his though
He plays the game like a sport
So he don't get caught
Out in the mist taking a risk
And if he die young, of course he will be missed
Blow out the trees, struggle
Johnny walker he guzzles
That keep him puzzled, not knowing it keeps him on point
And makes him start to stumble
But still be down to rumble
My niggas all that, live fat
And stay strapped with gats
If you got beef you better watch your back
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 5]
Yo my nigga
Murderer, burglar, a street warrior
My nigga fucking hurt ya black ass on the corner
Born loser, drug abuser, the bitch smacker
Car jacker, killer, cracker, and blast passenger
Laugh at ya, yo my nigga's sinister
Slit your face, whip your ass for the malt liquor
Mug pictures in all books, on all trees inside the ghetto
Packing pistols, my niggas wearing army issues
Camouflage, yo God, my nigga's so bizarre
Behind bars my brother caught crazy face scars
[Verse 6]
My man 40 grand and he's blinkin'
Said he clickin', lightin' up shit like a Bic when its on
Heads get scorn and torn, shit is ill
I try to tell him chill when he was holding out his steel
But that's my nigga, sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Probably go to war at a drop of a dime
Got a chip on his shoulder the size of a boulder
And when you step up and get buck up
I won't say I told ya, street soldier
Pita rolled ya, somebody shoulda told ya
When niggas do real things some killin' ya-ya
And bring the raw-raw
Cops get twisted, wish get flipped
Shots get licked, cuz stupid motherfuckers
Want the rukus by the clip
[Chorus x2]
