Lil Cease - 4 My Niggaz Lyrics

Featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal



[Blake C]

What you sayin'?

Roc A Fella (uh huh)

Gener al (uh huh)

B.I.G. (right on)

QB (that show nuff right on)

F*ck niggas want to do man (nothing)

See Cease A Leo (huh)

I'm for the kids (right)

Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherf*ckers why'know

It's how we do it (yeah)

Feel me baby?



Yo yo stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty

I want to move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty

I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi

Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me

Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me

It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight

Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache

The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe

I take it all, still be the last to escape

Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips

Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code

Watch the stroll, little Ace

A soldier that was born to roll

I love God and you know I got soul

To sell around the globe and more Bank than Tower

Dime just rewind-a, it was hard to find her

Found out my niggas got right behind her



(Overlappin last line)

[Mr. Bristal]

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth

But I done did that, recognize the clique

Back round six-four times, fellas and shit

Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit

'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"

I want to party, live it up, pop Don and Cris

In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist

Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live

Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids

Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid

We live this real street life

And that's word to B.I.G. (uh)

I'm the type to analyze ya (what)

Move swift like Kaiser (uh)

My appearance surprise ya (yeah)

About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)

Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)



[Chorus]

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang

For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang

Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang

For my niggaz, Brooklyn



[Lil' Cease]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for

Get back everything that my nigga die for

Since his death, many steps and many left

Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less

Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these f*ckers know

BK style, my niggas Love the Dough

About six hard years, eleven months ago

We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow

Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go

Here's the answer, you f*cking with Leo Ganza

Nigga's coke so raw, you gon need a sampler

Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me

Or go see the board then and frown like me

Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me

Motherf*ckers' All Eyez On Me

Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?

Better yet, Crook-lawn?

Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on

Picture me making a shook song

No, I know the wars we took on

Niggas better get gone



[Jay Z]

Yeah, flow sicker on every record

Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace

Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous

Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't f*ck with duke

Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gon play

With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?

Never heard so many choices from one man

I make bitches, f*ck it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'

Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh

Make it real easy to lift your chain off

BK style (what), see Jay how (uh)

We don't play fair, we play foul

Go head, stand there, we spray crowds

Live from the 7-1-8

If there ever was one great

I'm him, nigga, times three



[Chorus to end]