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Db Mister niggaDb Nigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga)Db Stand up if you're a nigga [Verse 1: Sean Price]Db Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uhDb Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your momsDb I ain't right in the headG#m I aim right for your headDb Nigga, murder, death, killG#m Sex, money, mayhemDb Morning murder with a weapon, steppin' to the AMDb Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your godG#m Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master FardDb I mastered the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your carG#m Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?.Db I will pop your nunuG#m If I don't do it then Rock will shoot youDb One smack in your lung bagG#m Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbagDb I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do nowG#m Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? PContinúa después del anuncio[Interlude]Db Stand up if you're a nigga [Verse 2: Ike Eyez]Db Yo, ghetto rock starsDb Guns, no guitarsDb Throw some blow on the tableG#m Bitches dancin' on the barDb Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin' out my poresG#m Riff full of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jawsDb Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida KeysG#m Secrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D'sDb Fine tapestry at the gala in NapaG#m Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapperDb Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefsG#m That wack shit go against my beliefsDb LT on the LP, iron on the micG#m "Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewiseDb I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't eitherG#m My mama told me different but I never really believed herDb We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of bein' a D-Boy In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down [Interlude]Db Stand up if you're a nigga [Verse 3: MF C OM]Db Pa'l carajo, cantasoDb Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajoDb Shoot the loogie, they super boujeeG#m Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovyDb Absolutely yucky, he out your league, buddyG#m Before you take a stab at it, think deep and studyDb Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk DownG#m Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in townDb Then freak show, never no beef thoughG#m Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, whoosh, free throwDb Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmenG#m They all eat quite well, vacations, pensionsDb Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf courseG#m Scream boat, then sped off in a dropped PorscheDb C OM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep waterG#m Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughterDb Real slaughter [Otro]G#m Stand up if you're a nigga