Fabolous Niggaz Lyrics

(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain)

[Intro - DJ Clue]
Yeah y'all
This the Triangle Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
We all "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustlin...
C'mon y'all
Desert Storm

[Chorus - Paul Cain]
Some n____s thug, and some n____s is b____
Some n____s'll rob, and some n____s'll pitch
Some n____s ain't got s___, some n____s rich
Some n____s do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Now some n____s like to pull out and talk, some n____s pop off
Some n____s found they way to the top, some n____s got lost
Some n____s keep it thorough in jail, some n____s got soft
Some n____s ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any n____ gettin money, come up off of the safe
f___ the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
When you kill a n____ you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't f___ wit n____s, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and n____s going back and forth to court could relate
f___ wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of s___, n____s get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, n____

[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some n____s thug, and some n____s is b____
Some n____s rob, and some n____s'll pitch
Some n____s ain't got nothin, some n____s rich
Some n____s do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
These n____s act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (n____!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (n____!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (n____!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (n____!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these n____s sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped in my a__ changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, n____

[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Some n____s thug, and some n____s is b____
Some n____s rob, and some n____s'll pitch
Some n____s ain't got s___, some n____s rich
Some n____s do the time, and some live as a snitch

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya b____ a__ eyes
Still I'm that n____ that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now could you hear n____ all in this place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
More you give a n____, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to f___ wit my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me

[Chorus - Fabolous]
Some n____s thug, and some n____s is b____
Some n____s'll rob, and some n____s'll pitch
Some n____s ain't got nothin, some n____s rich
Some n____s do the time, and some live as a snitch, n____