What U Niggaz Thought Lyrics
| Song | What U Niggaz Thought |
| Artist | Celly Cel |
| Album | Killa Kali |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gardner, McCarver | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Gots some Bill like bitches on the under | |
| Tryin to keep it on the slunder 'cause I made you wonder | |
| If I was down 'cause I rap, now what that mean? | |
| I'm bouts to raise up out the hood & leave my 17 | |
| Shot glock on the block like I want peace | |
| The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased | |
| (So you still punkin) Yeah if I got to | |
| Trigger finger itchin & I just might pop you | |
| Glock to a muthaf**kin head in the 9-5 | |
| (Oh, so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive) | |
| I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me | |
| And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me | |
| When I flash | |
| (So nigga you a killa) | |
| Mamas & babies, they say I'm crazy 'cause I give a | |
| Nigga one chance not to f**k wit me | |
| 'cause when you f**k wit me, I gots to take your whole family | |
| (Man you sick) Naw, I ain't got shit to lose | |
| It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues | |
| All they can do is send me to the pen with the locs | |
| To get my yolks | |
| And walk the yard with my folks | |
| I'm gettin smoked | |
| But the judge give me 25 | |
| When I get caught, I'mma blast | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| (Kevin) (Celly) | |
| 1 - Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) | |
| Scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| (Scrape the bodies off the muthaf**kin asphalt) | |
| It's on when you're in my zone | |
| What U niggaz thought (What U niggaz thought) | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| (Celly) | |
| (Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?) | |
| 'cause niner ross got a 30 round clip in it | |
| And we can take 10 paces then draw | |
| 'Fore you turn around, I take 2 & blow off your jaw | |
| Ain't nothin fair in the hood | |
| I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga & square up | |
| Watch his body flare up like some ? | |
| Heart pumpin' Kool-Aid | |
| Now he's sweet as sugar kane | |
| (I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence) | |
| Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence | |
| And I'mma silently creep up on these niggas slowly | |
| And split the funeral money, ??? | |
| Homie don't ya know me? | |
| I'm that nigga wit the weapons | |
| Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin f**k the Smith & Wessons | |
| Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath | |
| Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail & laugh | |
| (Niggas like you get smoked everyday) | |
| I'm one of the walkin dead any-muthaf**kin-way | |
| (I don't even trip when them fools be muggin me) | |
| They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me | |
| It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on | |
| Makin 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on | |
| Rollin wit they heater | |
| If fools get smoked, it ain't my fault | |
| Plottin & catchin a mutha-f**ka slippin | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| (Celly) | |
| (What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets?) | |
| They wanna split me, but they know I'm boxin wit my heat | |
| And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it cocked back | |
| Whatever the destination, can't be loose | |
| 'cause they be peelin' caps | |
| (Yeah, I feel you) Naw, I don't even feel myself | |
| So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself | |
| (Damn) I lost my mind when I bought my nine | |
| Fill it up with a thirty round clip | |
| Like thallon tips all on your blind | |
| Say throwin them thangs | |
| So fool, put your hands down | |
| Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down | |
| 'cause when you slip, you're put to sleep, it ain't no wakin up | |
| I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin up | |
| Peakin out the window, smoked like indo | |
| Smoked like ? | |
| The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush | |
| (So you be creepin on the late night, right) | |
| Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight | |
| (Like dat) I thought you knew me but you went soft | |
| Now it's 'bout time I cut your mutha-f**kin water off | |
| Stompin in my steel-toes, bailin wit my H.I. double L. west niggas | |
| Puttin y'all to rest niggas | |
| Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| It's on when you in my zone | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 |
| zuo ci : Gardner, McCarver | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Gots some Bill like bitches on the under | |
| Tryin to keep it on the slunder ' cause I made you wonder | |
| If I was down ' cause I rap, now what that mean? | |
| I' m bouts to raise up out the hood leave my 17 | |
| Shot glock on the block like I want peace | |
| The only peace I' m gon' get is when I' m deceased | |
| So you still punkin Yeah if I got to | |
| Trigger finger itchin I just might pop you | |
| Glock to a muthaf kin head in the 95 | |
| Oh, so you gon' buck ' em down just so you can stay alive | |
| I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me | |
| And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me | |
| When I flash | |
| So nigga you a killa | |
| Mamas babies, they say I' m crazy ' cause I give a | |
| Nigga one chance not to f k wit me | |
| ' cause when you f k wit me, I gots to take your whole family | |
| Man you sick Naw, I ain' t got shit to lose | |
| It ain' t no rules, I been locked up in county blues | |
| All they can do is send me to the pen with the locs | |
| To get my yolks | |
| And walk the yard with my folks | |
| I' m gettin smoked | |
| But the judge give me 25 | |
| When I get caught, I' mma blast | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Kevin Celly | |
| 1 Bring the chalk Bring the chalk | |
| Scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| Scrape the bodies off the muthaf kin asphalt | |
| It' s on when you' re in my zone | |
| What U niggaz thought What U niggaz thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Celly | |
| Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it? | |
| ' cause niner ross got a 30 round clip in it | |
| And we can take 10 paces then draw | |
| ' Fore you turn around, I take 2 blow off your jaw | |
| Ain' t nothin fair in the hood | |
| I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga square up | |
| Watch his body flare up like some nbsp? | |
| Heart pumpin' KoolAid | |
| Now he' s sweet as sugar kane | |
| I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence | |
| Killas don' t talk, real niggas move in silence | |
| And I' mma silently creep up on these niggas slowly | |
| And split the funeral money, nbsp??? | |
| Homie don' t ya know me? | |
| I' m that nigga wit the weapons | |
| Y' all can have them hoes, I' m thinkin f k the Smith Wessons | |
| Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath | |
| Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail laugh | |
| Niggas like you get smoked everyday | |
| I' m one of the walkin dead anymuthaf kinway | |
| I don' t even trip when them fools be muggin me | |
| They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me | |
| It' s do or die, slip, creep or be crept on | |
| Makin ' em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on | |
| Rollin wit they heater | |
| If fools get smoked, it ain' t my fault | |
| Plottin catchin a muthaf ka slippin | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Celly | |
| What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets? | |
| They wanna split me, but they know I' m boxin wit my heat | |
| And under my seat, it' s in my lap, I got it cocked back | |
| Whatever the destination, can' t be loose | |
| ' cause they be peelin' caps | |
| Yeah, I feel you Naw, I don' t even feel myself | |
| So quick to blast, I can' t get smoked unless I kill myself | |
| Damn I lost my mind when I bought my nine | |
| Fill it up with a thirty round clip | |
| Like thallon tips all on your blind | |
| Say throwin them thangs | |
| So fool, put your hands down | |
| Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down | |
| ' cause when you slip, you' re put to sleep, it ain' t no wakin up | |
| I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin up | |
| Peakin out the window, smoked like indo | |
| Smoked like nbsp? | |
| The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush | |
| So you be creepin on the late night, right | |
| Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight | |
| Like dat I thought you knew me but you went soft | |
| Now it' s ' bout time I cut your muthaf kin water off | |
| Stompin in my steeltoes, bailin wit my H. I. double L. west niggas | |
| Puttin y' all to rest niggas | |
| Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| It' s on when you in my zone | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 |
| zuò cí : Gardner, McCarver | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Gots some Bill like bitches on the under | |
| Tryin to keep it on the slunder ' cause I made you wonder | |
| If I was down ' cause I rap, now what that mean? | |
| I' m bouts to raise up out the hood leave my 17 | |
| Shot glock on the block like I want peace | |
| The only peace I' m gon' get is when I' m deceased | |
| So you still punkin Yeah if I got to | |
| Trigger finger itchin I just might pop you | |
| Glock to a muthaf kin head in the 95 | |
| Oh, so you gon' buck ' em down just so you can stay alive | |
| I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me | |
| And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me | |
| When I flash | |
| So nigga you a killa | |
| Mamas babies, they say I' m crazy ' cause I give a | |
| Nigga one chance not to f k wit me | |
| ' cause when you f k wit me, I gots to take your whole family | |
| Man you sick Naw, I ain' t got shit to lose | |
| It ain' t no rules, I been locked up in county blues | |
| All they can do is send me to the pen with the locs | |
| To get my yolks | |
| And walk the yard with my folks | |
| I' m gettin smoked | |
| But the judge give me 25 | |
| When I get caught, I' mma blast | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Kevin Celly | |
| 1 Bring the chalk Bring the chalk | |
| Scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| Scrape the bodies off the muthaf kin asphalt | |
| It' s on when you' re in my zone | |
| What U niggaz thought What U niggaz thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Celly | |
| Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it? | |
| ' cause niner ross got a 30 round clip in it | |
| And we can take 10 paces then draw | |
| ' Fore you turn around, I take 2 blow off your jaw | |
| Ain' t nothin fair in the hood | |
| I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga square up | |
| Watch his body flare up like some nbsp? | |
| Heart pumpin' KoolAid | |
| Now he' s sweet as sugar kane | |
| I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence | |
| Killas don' t talk, real niggas move in silence | |
| And I' mma silently creep up on these niggas slowly | |
| And split the funeral money, nbsp??? | |
| Homie don' t ya know me? | |
| I' m that nigga wit the weapons | |
| Y' all can have them hoes, I' m thinkin f k the Smith Wessons | |
| Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath | |
| Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail laugh | |
| Niggas like you get smoked everyday | |
| I' m one of the walkin dead anymuthaf kinway | |
| I don' t even trip when them fools be muggin me | |
| They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me | |
| It' s do or die, slip, creep or be crept on | |
| Makin ' em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on | |
| Rollin wit they heater | |
| If fools get smoked, it ain' t my fault | |
| Plottin catchin a muthaf ka slippin | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Celly | |
| What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets? | |
| They wanna split me, but they know I' m boxin wit my heat | |
| And under my seat, it' s in my lap, I got it cocked back | |
| Whatever the destination, can' t be loose | |
| ' cause they be peelin' caps | |
| Yeah, I feel you Naw, I don' t even feel myself | |
| So quick to blast, I can' t get smoked unless I kill myself | |
| Damn I lost my mind when I bought my nine | |
| Fill it up with a thirty round clip | |
| Like thallon tips all on your blind | |
| Say throwin them thangs | |
| So fool, put your hands down | |
| Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down | |
| ' cause when you slip, you' re put to sleep, it ain' t no wakin up | |
| I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin up | |
| Peakin out the window, smoked like indo | |
| Smoked like nbsp? | |
| The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush | |
| So you be creepin on the late night, right | |
| Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight | |
| Like dat I thought you knew me but you went soft | |
| Now it' s ' bout time I cut your muthaf kin water off | |
| Stompin in my steeltoes, bailin wit my H. I. double L. west niggas | |
| Puttin y' all to rest niggas | |
| Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt | |
| It' s on when you in my zone | |
| What U Niggaz Thought | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| Repeat 1 |
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