Dem Niggas
Title | Dem Niggas |
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Artist | 3X Krazy |
Album | Stackin Chips |
Release Date | 1997-04-08 |
Description | Track 3 from the album Stackin Chips released in 1997. Incorrectly lists Yukmouth (of the Luniz) as the featured artist when in fact it is V-Dal (now know as V-White) of Oakland rap duo The Delinquents. |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak] Bitch niggas get eliminated, disintegrated By my muthafuckin' nickel-plated, faded Family member so hated I'm one of the deadliest muthafuckas to know Strapped with my Ru-ger, like Kelly keepin' it on the down-low Down fo' lickin' 'n stickin', door-kickin' 'n sickin' Luffa lockin', Ruger-cockin', heated like when I'm spittin' Good riddance, fuck repentance Grew up a menace and I'm in this Game, another lost his name from dealin' illegal business Repentance, feelin' no sorrow about them suckas I wasted Relentless, and if you scared you better be gone with no traces Erases mugs off faces knocked outta boots with double-tied laces Duckin' 'n dodgin', dodgin' 'n duckin', you're fucked 'n I'm "Missing" cases [Verse 2: Agerman] I'm ready to light him, lit him up my 9 got him, beat him up No need for the muthafuckin' ambulance, that boy ain't gettin' up Call the coroner to pick him up We puts the smash down, y'all niggas won't last Y'all niggas gon' pass 'til I buck these hot ones in yo' ass Make it look like a piston hit yo' ass Get ready to die, niggas be ready to ride Hoppin' on a mob means emptyin' clips Hittin' yo' ass with some Oakland shit Too late to dash muthafucka, mash Cause the last thing he knew, is the gat went pop and the nigga didn't laugh [Verse 3: Bart] Please don't be confused with The size of a nine millimeter, bullet Knee-deep in yo' spine With nowhere to run, to hide Cause words gets served when bullets sprayin', muthafucka die Open the back of your brain for keep on thinkin' it's just a rhyme I'm sick 'n disgustin' with a MAC bussin' through you 'n yo' cousin Plus all them muthafuckas you lovin' Who ya foolin'? You thought it would die but figured the pound splittin' It's hectic when you're fuckin' with dem niggas [Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak] Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas You might also like[Verse 4: V-Dal] How the fuck the night done started? Got a call from 3 T-uh a Krayz Said dem niggas on the other side kickin' up dust and they needed a MAC-elev' Fa shee-uh, then get the wagon cause it's Posi driven With the MAC 'n a lead ski mask in the back and that's how I'm livin' On the edge of deceivin', different caliber leavin' no breathin' If we leavin' leeway for reason, now I gotta get even like Steven Step with my heater, through the cuts 'n the struts so no one can see us [?]-------, nigga this westsi-uh for li-uh And it's dem niggas, from the other side of the tracks nigga it's just like that So call up the U-Haulers and boldest nigga and now it's time to strike back [Verse 5: Agerman] A G bring in too this E, hittin yo' block in a 350 Gat in that ass with a T-E-C, wrong nigga ta fuck W-I-T For the marks that wanna test me, get stole on Line 'em all up like a nigga a punk for the fact you told on Snitchin' to the cop you gotta get gone right through nutty again In my cuddy again, give my cuddy a spin See my buddies again sippin' on some gin Gotta tell a friend about these marks that tryina lower me like an elevator Imitator, rumor-creators, nothin' but a plan to infiltrate us I'm ready to bust and watch yo' forehead split To let you mark-ass niggas know you fuckin' wit [Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak] Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas [Verse 6: Keak Da Sneak & Bart] Niggas thinkin' I'm a wise-guy, so fuck a drive-by Face to face, got him in the eye, Keak didn't do it and that's no lie Niggas wonderin' why I'm still walkin' the streets Cause I be in the cut flashin' and not a muthafucka' peep A damn thang, burners on my hand, clenched-fist I hit these niggas wit a bang Change the barrel on my shit and didn't have to bury that thang Cause I bet my maggy, make way right through his baggies Niggas don't play politely so sweep him beneath his Nikes If ya clowned you lay, how long could you last If the town you stayed was deep as surround with niggas don't play around Let the hollow tips rip open get in ya Cause you know it's really that you're fuckin' with dem niggas [Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak] Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas Dem niggas You know you gonna die when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas A lotta bullets fly when you're fuckin' wit Dem niggas |