2 Dollar Niggas

(الألبوم: Crook By Da Book: The Fed Story - 2006)

[Chorus]
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us

[Verse 1]
Project Pat, from the street nigga, I'm bringing this heat nigga
Never do I back down, don't acept defeat nigga
Calico's, bulletholes, gun shells left on site
Niggaz killed over hoes or, over left and right
Hats cocked, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit
On a punk trick, knowing good and well he counterfeit
All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do
Nothing that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true
Bury you, quicker than a nigga that done told something
Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe something
Know, something wrong pistol playa, call you gun show
Real niggaz mayne, never speak what we don't know

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
(Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothing
(Mercedes I push push) Mayne quit'cha fronting
(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) Nigga you's a liar
(Fool I'm out here selling ki's) You needs to retire
You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' dranker
I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sanker
Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha
I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha
2 dollar niggaz claim they charging and playing whores
But they is out here flauging and paying whores
Nigga you tripping, dating, and meeting whores?
Claiming you pimping, saving and eating whores?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
One day you wearing red, and then it's blue the next
2 dollar niggaz be the main ones flipping sets
You say you gripping techs, regulating wit' the torch
Was 25 and you decided, to jump off the porch?
If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator
Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators
You treat the cops, like ya pops, 'cause ya running to 'em
I'm non-stop, wit' that glock, put that gun into him
These older niggaz put these youngsters on a bloody stage
That's why these young niggaz get killed, at an early age
Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage
2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave

[Chorus]

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