| 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 niggas thug, and some niggas is
bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas
rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain]
Now
some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the
top, some niggas got lost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
Some
niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to
back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and niggas going back
and forth to court could relate
Fuck 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 shit, niggas 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, nigga
[Chorus -
Fabolous]
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch-a |
