Текст (слова) песни: Lonestar Ridaz f Max Minelli, Merciless, - All My Niggz

 
(Chorus) 
[Russell Lee] 
All my niggz, get yo hustle on (get yo hustle on) 
And you punk police, needa leave us alone (needa leave us alone) 
See, I don`t give a fuck, and I don`t play no games (and I don`t play no games) 
Cuz all my niggz, they `bout havin` thangs (they `bout havin` thangs) 
 
[SPM] 
Nasty hoes, and goofy niggas 
Everybody tryin` they best to get wit us 
Ruthless friends, and a crazy family 
Niggas try to sue me for assault and battery 
Crooked judges and expensive lawyers, I`m surrounded 
by muthafuckin` news reporters 
Cocaine snorters and drug importers 
If I leave the city, I break my court orders 
Was a kick door burglar, and teenage murderer 
My house be filled up with dope fiends` furniture 
Mathematical, attack like animal 
In my new whip, bangin` Barry Manilo 
Totally radical, my flow is magical 
She don`t suck dick, then we ain`t compatible 
Quick to shoot, foo, then go to his funeral 
Sippin` pharmaceutical, I feel so beautiful 
 
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[Merciless] 
You mi vida be closed captioned (uh-huh) 
Been runnin` wild (yeah) 
Addicted to them streets, my criminal lifestyle 
A juvenile delinquent got no fuckin` manners 
Smokin` wee `till my eyes bleed (gettin` drunk and crashin`) 
I swear my family tree, got roots that be rotten 
If you dare to step on my block proceed with caution (uh-huh) 
You see we all loc.s (yeah) clicked up we all folks 
Slangin` stolen merchandise crank shrm. and coke 
Quick to blast shit I catch as good as skank nothing 
With the big black whip they at the po po service 
No second chance, when you dance with death 
As your body gets cold with hot slugs in your chest 
Merciless, no remorse, no pity, 
See I come from a city where attitudes be shitty 
And nothin worse in this world, than a vato that`s broke (uh-huh) 
Mad at the world and got nothing to smoke 
 
(Chorus) 
 
[Max Minelli] 
Maan with so much drama poppin` on my sets 
It`s kinda hard bein` that nigga M-A-X, but I 
somehow still run my shit so proper 
You can spin this `till your fingers turn the color or copper 
Keep a soviet chopper, layin` across my dresser 
The outlaw ain`t crackin` under police pressure 
So, I`m wit whatever that`s gon` keep my shit flippin` 
Me and Hap. thug together like Gore and Bill Clinton 
From the streets gettin` smoked out and syrup on sippin` 
Cookin` more hoe chickens than Popeye`s kitchen 
My old lady bitchin` and for 17 minutes 
I`m in the muthafuckin` game, y`all niggas still in the scrimmage 
That boy young Minelli keep a hustlers image 
Nice piece and chain, hundred fifty dollar tenis 
With drag and strings, pants saggin` man 
Cuz them niggas on my block `bout havin` thangs 
 
(Chorus)
 

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