Negus

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Mister nigga
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Nigga.. Nigga.. Nigga.. (nigga)
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Stand up if you're a nigga

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
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Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
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Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your 
moms
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I ain't right in the head
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I aim right for your head
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Nigga, murder, death, kill
G#m
Sex, money, mayhem
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Morning murder with a weapon, 
steppin' to the AM
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Believe in me, pah, the same way you
 believe in your god
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Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master 
Fard
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I mastered the bars, plastered 
ratchets splatter your car
G#m
Vehicular homicide, fuck's the 
matter with y'all?.
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I will pop your nunu
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If I don't do it then Rock will 
shoot you
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One smack in your lung bag
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Backpack rapper strapped with crack 
in my bookbag
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I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do 
now
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Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, 
just like who? P

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[Interlude]
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Stand up if you're a nigga

[Verse 2: Ike Eyez]
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Yo, ghetto rock stars
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Guns, no guitars
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Throw some blow on the table
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Bitches dancin' on the bar
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Nefertiti on the cable, piff comin' 
out my pores
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Riff full of sniff, got you 
twitchin' at the jaws
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Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida
 Keys
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Secrets keep me from sleepin', I 
need more sour D's
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Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa
G#m
Sallie had a one-track mind to be 
the queen of a trapper
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Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs
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That wack shit go against my beliefs
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LT on the LP, iron on the mic
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"Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, 
fuck you likewise
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I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either
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My mama told me different but I 
never really believed her
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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]
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Stand up if you're a nigga

[Verse 3: MF C OM]
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Pa'l carajo, cantaso
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Vil, you know the drill, mad drool 
then gargajo
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Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
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Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey,
 groovy
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Absolutely yucky, he out your 
league, buddy
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Before you take a stab at it, think 
deep and study
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Or get your crown spun around like 
Black Hawk Down
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Surrounded by the neighbors who can 
hate you 'til the ground in town
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Then freak show, never no beef 
though
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Deepthroat their coquito back and 
forth then, whoosh, free throw
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Failed intention, prepare the trench
 and henchmen
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They all eat quite well, vacations, 
pensions
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Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" 
on the golf course
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Scream boat, then sped off in a 
dropped Porsche
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C OM on your hot sauce, take you out
 to deep water
G#m
Group hug, who know the next time 
you'll see your daughter
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Real slaughter

[Otro]
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Stand up if you're a nigga