Quiet Niggas (Album Version) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Quiet Niggas (Album Version) |
| 歌手 | Nas |
| 专辑 | Nastradamus |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blackmon, Eps, Gray, Jones ... | |
| Where my real niggas at | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas out there | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere | |
| Thats why you don't fuck with just anybody | |
| A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin | |
| Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em | |
| And then all hell break loose | |
| Hook (2) | |
| Quiet niggas will kill | |
| Loud niggas talk shit | |
| Them be the ones that get killed | |
| It's wild where we walk kid | |
| Is you brave nigga | |
| Is you a slave nigga | |
| Is you a made nigga | |
| Or is you a paid nigga | |
| Well known gangstas, in trust | |
| That we bust | |
| Your heart and soul lies with us | |
| Boldly go where we once took a nigga before | |
| Now the motha fucka beggin for more | |
| Its the reason | |
| Standin here shakin, hatin the haters | |
| They watchin my paper | |
| Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes | |
| Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop | |
| Nigga standin there just like a cop | |
| Braveheart I'm screamin up the block | |
| Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact | |
| Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect | |
| Plans connect | |
| The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck | |
| More jazz than Hornecek | |
| I blast and leave your corner wet | |
| Straight on top of ya | |
| Spittin like the trench coat mafia | |
| In a school yard we make it hard | |
| Was poppin yawl | |
| We made our change was stoppin yawl | |
| They spray your names rest in peace on the ??? wall | |
| Hook (2) | |
| I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause | |
| Cling them things in the ??? you betta get yours | |
| Time is runnin out | |
| Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak | |
| Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep | |
| I miss the shit of days we did this | |
| Please free John Gotti | |
| They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody | |
| Drug wars is real | |
| You have no friends in the outfield | |
| Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles | |
| Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 | |
| Can't die a broke man with a bitch thats fine | |
| My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this | |
| Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation | |
| Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin | |
| Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin | |
| Hook (2) | |
| We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal | |
| Shots in your body make you see through | |
| Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas | |
| 25 to life, big never cry niggas | |
| Floss when they up north | |
| Chest gettin bigger | |
| Celebs on the V I respect that nigga | |
| Rege on the regular chops is up; like a editor | |
| Come through on man gang like the predator | |
| If yawl wake I'll wet it up | |
| Jungle set it up | |
| The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm comin at you | |
| Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what | |
| Ill will the label | |
| Bravehearts yawl scared of us | |
| Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed | |
| With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid | |
| These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge | |
| Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid | |
| Don't even rep Q B | |
| You ain't got hood stripes | |
| Looters come through catch you frontin | |
| And its good night | |
| Know how much force this is | |
| Juggle horse and whiz | |
| Notin but horses kid | |
| We go to war for this | |
| Hook (3) |
| zuo ci : Blackmon, Eps, Gray, Jones ... | |
| Where my real niggas at | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas out there | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere | |
| Thats why you don' t fuck with just anybody | |
| A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin | |
| Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em | |
| And then all hell break loose | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Quiet niggas will kill | |
| Loud niggas talk shit | |
| Them be the ones that get killed | |
| It' s wild where we walk kid | |
| Is you brave nigga | |
| Is you a slave nigga | |
| Is you a made nigga | |
| Or is you a paid nigga | |
| Well known gangstas, in trust | |
| That we bust | |
| Your heart and soul lies with us | |
| Boldly go where we once took a nigga before | |
| Now the motha fucka beggin for more | |
| Its the reason | |
| Standin here shakin, hatin the haters | |
| They watchin my paper | |
| Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes | |
| Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop | |
| Nigga standin there just like a cop | |
| Braveheart I' m screamin up the block | |
| Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact | |
| Don' t let me get up and show yawl motha fucka' s respect | |
| Plans connect | |
| The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck | |
| More jazz than Hornecek | |
| I blast and leave your corner wet | |
| Straight on top of ya | |
| Spittin like the trench coat mafia | |
| In a school yard we make it hard | |
| Was poppin yawl | |
| We made our change was stoppin yawl | |
| They spray your names rest in peace on the ??? wall | |
| Hook 2 | |
| I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause | |
| Cling them things in the ??? you betta get yours | |
| Time is runnin out | |
| Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak | |
| Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can' t creep | |
| I miss the shit of days we did this | |
| Please free John Gotti | |
| They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody | |
| Drug wars is real | |
| You have no friends in the outfield | |
| Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles | |
| Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 | |
| Can' t die a broke man with a bitch thats fine | |
| My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this | |
| Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation | |
| Don' t play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood thuggin and regulatin | |
| Don' t play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood thuggin and regulatin | |
| Hook 2 | |
| We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal | |
| Shots in your body make you see through | |
| Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas | |
| 25 to life, big never cry niggas | |
| Floss when they up north | |
| Chest gettin bigger | |
| Celebs on the V I respect that nigga | |
| Rege on the regular chops is up like a editor | |
| Come through on man gang like the predator | |
| If yawl wake I' ll wet it up | |
| Jungle set it up | |
| The jackal rock you to sleep while I' m comin at you | |
| Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what | |
| Ill will the label | |
| Bravehearts yawl scared of us | |
| Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed | |
| With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid | |
| These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge | |
| Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid | |
| Don' t even rep Q B | |
| You ain' t got hood stripes | |
| Looters come through catch you frontin | |
| And its good night | |
| Know how much force this is | |
| Juggle horse and whiz | |
| Notin but horses kid | |
| We go to war for this | |
| Hook 3 |
| zuò cí : Blackmon, Eps, Gray, Jones ... | |
| Where my real niggas at | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas out there | |
| Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere | |
| Thats why you don' t fuck with just anybody | |
| A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin | |
| Not botherin nobody, until one motha fucka fuck with em | |
| And then all hell break loose | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Quiet niggas will kill | |
| Loud niggas talk shit | |
| Them be the ones that get killed | |
| It' s wild where we walk kid | |
| Is you brave nigga | |
| Is you a slave nigga | |
| Is you a made nigga | |
| Or is you a paid nigga | |
| Well known gangstas, in trust | |
| That we bust | |
| Your heart and soul lies with us | |
| Boldly go where we once took a nigga before | |
| Now the motha fucka beggin for more | |
| Its the reason | |
| Standin here shakin, hatin the haters | |
| They watchin my paper | |
| Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes | |
| Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop | |
| Nigga standin there just like a cop | |
| Braveheart I' m screamin up the block | |
| Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact | |
| Don' t let me get up and show yawl motha fucka' s respect | |
| Plans connect | |
| The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck | |
| More jazz than Hornecek | |
| I blast and leave your corner wet | |
| Straight on top of ya | |
| Spittin like the trench coat mafia | |
| In a school yard we make it hard | |
| Was poppin yawl | |
| We made our change was stoppin yawl | |
| They spray your names rest in peace on the ??? wall | |
| Hook 2 | |
| I wave gang signs at the youth, thats down for the cause | |
| Cling them things in the ??? you betta get yours | |
| Time is runnin out | |
| Your streets is gettin smaller as we speak | |
| Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can' t creep | |
| I miss the shit of days we did this | |
| Please free John Gotti | |
| They kept the black man eatin, not killin everybody | |
| Drug wars is real | |
| You have no friends in the outfield | |
| Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles | |
| Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9 | |
| Can' t die a broke man with a bitch thats fine | |
| My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this | |
| Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation | |
| Don' t play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood thuggin and regulatin | |
| Don' t play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin | |
| You can find us in the hood thuggin and regulatin | |
| Hook 2 | |
| We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal | |
| Shots in your body make you see through | |
| Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas | |
| 25 to life, big never cry niggas | |
| Floss when they up north | |
| Chest gettin bigger | |
| Celebs on the V I respect that nigga | |
| Rege on the regular chops is up like a editor | |
| Come through on man gang like the predator | |
| If yawl wake I' ll wet it up | |
| Jungle set it up | |
| The jackal rock you to sleep while I' m comin at you | |
| Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what | |
| Ill will the label | |
| Bravehearts yawl scared of us | |
| Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed | |
| With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid | |
| These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge | |
| Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid | |
| Don' t even rep Q B | |
| You ain' t got hood stripes | |
| Looters come through catch you frontin | |
| And its good night | |
| Know how much force this is | |
| Juggle horse and whiz | |
| Notin but horses kid | |
| We go to war for this | |
| Hook 3 |
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