Nigga’s Like Us Lyrics

8Ball & MJG Lyrics



Rollin' down Park Avenue bumpin' Maze
My Caddy with them switches, got them b*t*hes in a daze
N***as on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts
And all I see is dope and dead n***as bloody guts
Sometimes I go and click and smack my b*t*h up with the gat
Or blow up n***as cars, cause I heard they call me fat
No I'm not a wimp, cause the pimp is in my nature
I got too many hoes bein' a raper ain't my flavor
I'mma dope seller, stick 'em up, killer or whatever
Game from slangin' birds, 211 or 187
Smack up my b*t*hes on the street that owe me ends
Learn from the start, in the game ain't no friends
Just a lot of b*t*hes with they hands out
Smilin' in my f**kin' face, stabbin' me in my f**kin' back
All up in my business, whatsup with my grip b*t*h?
Steppin' up, one n***a died with a mouth full of pimp sh*t
Whatsup with the b*t*hes Eight? Whatsup with the b*t*hes Eight?
F**k me, suck me, jack me, 'til my diggidy-d**k ejaculate
Whatsup with n***as Eight? Whatsup with the n***as Eight?
Tell 'em not to f**k with some n***as like us!


And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me



I'm reachin' for the pump and the loaded automatic
It's 6/5 bombs from the box in the attic
A phone call from Eightball let me know the scope
T-Money and J.B. had to scope a young ho
Not a true b*t*h, but a true b*t*h n***a
We rollin' thick as hell so how the f**k that n***a figure?
His gun nor his gang is gonna be a threat to us
With one fire bomb one gang bit the dust
And the n***a down with me said "Damn G, you didn't have to gank him!"
And at that very moment, he was askin' me to shank him
A n***a ain't suppose to smoke a trick and get sad
And thats the first example of a killer goin' bad
I gotta take him out, if he live he'll confess
So Eightball you ready?
Shoot him in the chest
One mo' motherf**ker dead over bullsh*t
Guess he didn't really know the n***as he was runnin' with
M.J.G., Eightball and Killa-B
Lil' Han and J-Smooth, T-Money and J.B
Lettin' these imitation motherf**kers know
N***as like us stompin' heads into the flo', ho!

And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me


Suckers can't get none, suckers can't get none
G, pa** me my clip so I can load my lil' uzi gun
Eightball you got me covered mane?
Yeah I got yo back mane
Let these b*st*rds know that
We don't bar no f**kin' blood stains
What about my pimpin'?
Is it strong?
Hell yeah n***a!
Got a lot of b*t*hes?
Got a gang, and it's gettin' bigger
Bigger than a Mack J, smooth like a 5th of 'gnac
Let 'em know we deadly G
As deadly as a hit of crack
Straight from my gun to yo head
Then we got ya
Cut a n***a throat, naw that's another chapter
Kickin' a**
Makin' stiches
Smokin' bud
F**kin' b*t*hes lipstick on my d**k
From the suckin' and the kissin'
She was kissin' on a fat d**k!
Could it be a fat b*t*h
All up on my n***y-nuts, talkin' that love sh*t
Ain't no use in startin' sh*t
Ain't no use in tryin' to fuss
B*t*hes can't f**k with some n***as like us

And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me
And I'ma teach you boys not to f**ks with me




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