Let My Niggas Live (feat. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck & Nas)

Someday, I'm gonna be walking down

The streets, minding my own business

And BAM! I'm gonna be shot by some pig

Who's gonna swear that it was a mistake

I accept that as a part of my destiny

Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro, hahahahahaha!

What up, kid? That's right, that's right

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo

Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper

Catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo

Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's God-body

Challenge anything, make major moves

Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions

Post with iron, no prying rules

Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live

Handle your bid and kill no kids

Millionaire fee, whole family eat, yo, y'all niggas is weak

Got a bird beak, chirp-chirp speak

Kids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week

Yo, mark my word, me and my herb speak

That's that fire move like Schwinns, yo

Invisible pens that write like Lee Glenn

Hit with the JF Kennedy shot

Smashed with the Acapulco rifle, got got, bolt off but got clocked

Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up

Designer alphabets, reps get graded

We in get high saloons, big bag of shrooms

Arm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms

So what we up in here? Modeling large with rigorous moves

Exotic broads bust my hammer at frauds

Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all

Gucci jumper, X-5 getting more head

Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper

Catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo

Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's God-body

Challenge anything, make major moves

Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions

Post with iron, no prying rules

Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live

Handle your bid and kill no kids

I scream at the mirror, curse, asking God, "Why me?"

Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me

I'm God's son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey

Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie

Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us

It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours

I hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands

Snot's in they nostril, the blocks is hostile

There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spitting

Rocks cooking, underground bodies stiffing, cops looking

Bird shit drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine

It drove lots of men to die with no name

I've been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous

Pretty dick putting stitches in they anus

I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created

The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, nigga

Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper

Catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo

Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's God-body

Challenge anything, make major moves

Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions

Post with iron, no prying rules

Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live

Handle your bid and kill no kids

Roughneck repping the set, bang 'em twice in the neck

C-O flip and jerk, the whole yard wreck

Block vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs

You know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects

Check your shorty with the black tail-stance, leopard pants

Yelling, "Fuck a man," making killings off of lap dance

Plus the young guns running the slums, funds is major

Drug drought got you hunting for crumbs, cut to the razor

Semi-autos roar in the building hall

Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs instill in walls

Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine

In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit you forty-one times

So I live by the sword and obey hood laws

Make my team click like high heels on wood floors

Let my niggas live, we show and prove, get paper

Catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo

Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's God-body

Challenge anything, make major moves

Let my niggas live, we giants, live off the land lions

Post with iron, no prying rules

Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live

Handle your bid and kill no kids

Damn, what happened? They shot somebody?

Yo, they, yo, damn, police have shot Shorty, man

Man, damn, where she at, man? Is she dead?

I seen Shorty run in, he must've got a bat

They killed my baby! My baby! God, not my baby!

Not my baby, not my baby, not my— aaaaaaahhh