Letra de 'Nigga Yeah Know' de Gangsta Boo

[intro - gangsta boo]
Yo, yo... what the fucks goin on
With all you undercover-ass playa haters
All motha-fuckin snitch
My nigga t. rock shit
What the fuck yall tryin to do?
Yall tryin to hold us down or somethin?
Ya know what Im sayin, you niggas cant do that
cause we bout it baby
Ya know what Im sayin, its all good
We can see you, but you cant see us nigga
Me and the rockafella, t rock baby
Atl, memphis, the whole motha-fuckin south
And you know that nigga

[t. rock]
Can I begin the story of a nigga
Tryin to make a million for eternity
In the city of atlanta
Reapin, wreck an angel from a grandma
But it aint no way for me to make green
til my nigga t-low introduced me
To mac and the kaze
Then no one could stop me
All that juice to her, I swear ?
? prophet p and recruited me
Nigga I turned to prophet posse
Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide
Spittin fury out my range and ride
Burnin rappers like bacon fried
Wont you tell me wholl stop a playa 50 rollin nationwide
Provin high niggas that you anxious
Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps
Watch us from gauges, we snatchin your soul
And vote it heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it
And yous a nigga tryna spread a story
bout some shit that didnt happen in my lifetime
All you fakers and phonies are on the edge
Like a superstar man walkin tightlines
Ever want a nigga on the white grind
Nationwide niggas on the rise
Sportin a disguise, creep up on ya
And it dont matter what ? ?
Triple 6 kill like clan and t. rock
Rockafella stretch a million other papers
Wont you realize
A nigga finally came up in the game
All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss
Act like I dont know, you got to deal it straight
Now you burnin niggas down to a crisp
And I dont risk cause Im t. r-o-c-k
Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways
Runnin hoochies with gold in their mouths
And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way

[t. rock]
1 - nigga yeah know
Nigga, yeah know
We rollin clean rides
And we blowin hella dope, nigga

Repeat 1

[gangsta boo]
Do a motha-fuckin s.o.s.
Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?
Ill be comin with the prophet posse
Know that gangsta boo
Im bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen
How many times you wanna hold me down
But like that named puffy, bitch, I would not go
All the other stupid shit that you be kickin
When Im pimpin, when you slip, run into my front door
I be rollin with them niggas thats out the projects
You wanna bet
? w-l? dub your whole motha-fuckin chest
Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me
Its money over bitches, yeah
Im the type of bitch that be kickin shit
The type of bitch that be takin other bitches dick
The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip
The type of bitch that ride with the triple 6

[t. rock]
Miss steady and the rockafella crew can load clips
With lyrical ? ? ? ? the whole slip
Gangsta boo got ? ? ? ? ? take and slap a trick down to the floor
And give her swole lips

[gangsta boo]
Its all good, I think I got her to a 5
Got you finally realizin you be hypnotized
Me and my nigga t. rock ? ? ?
We smoked out straight to atlanta, live

Repeat 1 to fade