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Broke Niggaz

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  • Chorus *(Yukmouth)* Broke niggas make the best crooks ya best look over your shoulder if you's a Highroller (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) Verse 1 *(Knumskull)* Let's see how your vest look see if it fits ya picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no livin low like De La Soul it's the O and the folks don't understand yes you can rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man they know me as the loyal citizen the boy who visited hot but on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin up my zip quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked by the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me fuck lobster I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on Aliens I got work someone told Knumskullin rollin four man deep in a stolen jeep wit heat keep the space between niggas and me ever What? Ballin outta control??!! Nah, petty theivin leavin no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms but you gets robbed by the Luniz fool if I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)* Knuckle Head fool wit that master plan yeah got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand understand I'm bigger than fourth indo man that rappin nigga also known as Mr. Window Man cuz when I roll nigga I rolls deep I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep So punk P! The situation is I skipped it no set trip got the glock caulked keepin the tech on the hip like a pro deep up on the slope pick up the pace wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin face action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry kickin this psycho shit wit my click so you knows of me it's goin down I'm all about my mail wit my g's flipped from keys equals dope I'm a sale client-tell got me on top wit raps a crook but all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs so mutha fuckas took they last look (I'm broke, I'm sellin check books) cuz broke niggas make the best crooks. *(chorus)* x1 *(Yukmouth talking)* Eh bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that? *(Dope man talking)* You're cocaine, give it to me. Now! *(Yukmouth)* What the fuck you? You must be snortin some shit or something. (What the fuck is that?!) *(yelling and screaming in back)* *(Knumskull talking)* Let's go turn off all the lights and make it seem like no ones home niggas comin from the Eastside bout to hoo ride and get stole. Verse 3 *(Eclipse)* See the whole thang was a plot cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop 12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot since your neighbors are all in my business you niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit and then I'm outtie 350 prob'ley you niggas scared don't stop me I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies the Paraphanalia the niggas the killas the Mobb the riggas the skrilla the dealas is doin they job Eclipse keeps clips (So don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga) I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga. *(chorus)* x1 Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin on a pipe hustlas on the corner shootin dice all of my folks in jail raisin hell got bitches on the whole stroll sellin fruit cocktales to clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas all of us gots to get our money on Oakland be's no joke it ain't no mutha fuckin funny bone sky out to your Honey Comb Hideout Money gone! pullin capers on fakes erase your papers like white out ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse my four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row even though I try I can't let go like Mariah Carry the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguyver me be steadily Mobbin an robbin a cab driver either be a broke ass no cash havin your doe on I float on break more niggas than Ozone what really goes on hops the props I must clock hearin no glock will have that ass holdin like buckshots fuck cops I post on the block slangin crack-noid avoid being broke I'm tradin places wit Dan Akroyd *(chorus)* x1

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