Styles P. Jadakiss & Styles P. - Some Niggas Lyrics

(Styles)
Spittin the real for all my n____s living in prison
Whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin
Should've restrained, some of us change and some of us don't
Most of them kill but some of them won't
n____s is big, n____s is small, but all of them brawl
It could happen during rec or while you makin a call
One T.V. for the Ricans, other one for the Blacks
Only cowards get son'ed for the jack
Only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back
But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size
Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes
C/O pullin the pin, turtles is comin
But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin somethin
Thick is thick, frail is frail
Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail
It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell

(Chorus)
Some n____s make it home and some n____s stay for life
Some n____s grind wit swords and some n____s find in Christ
Some n____s live for peace and some n____s live for rec
You can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death

(Styles)
Five ????? two-hundred
And too blunted for the bullshit
Comin through the yard on some bullshit
Call my girl collect, she ain't accept
Left my man wit ten birds, he ain't connect
Everybody actin funny, like I ain't comin home
My laywer is Jewish, my money is long
You know that it's on
Two cells down, got cut in the back
f___ed in the shower for hustling crack
This s___ is for real, you grippin your steel
Weighin the odds, you King or you Crip
Blood or you God, Muslin or neutral
A buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial
Cause jail turn boys to men, some men to b____es
This the place where they end your wishes
Ain't no more p____ or money
Just some crackers and the bunch of coward n____s that'll look at you funny
I should've wild out in booking and took a few dummies

Chorus

(Styles)
Nobody wanna die in jail
Wit they blood and they guts all around they cell
Only two ways to live, ride or tell
I ain't never say a word, Mafia rules
You know the P go to commissary, rockin his jewels
New Nikes and a walkman, lookin for news
To bring weed in they a__, chills got me stressed
and I'm thinking those days I used to breeze on the Ave
Poppin in the Benz, now I'm in the state
and I'm locking up at 10, wakin up at 8
Twenty sets of tens then I take it to the weights
n____s getting big, if I can't appeal, I'ma bring it to the pigs
Grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs
Leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs
I know I'm gonna die but I still gonna ride and blame God that I live

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