Negus

(album: Imperius Rex - 2017)

Mister nigga
Nigga... Nigga... Nigga... (nigga)
Stand up if you're a nigga

[Sean Price:]
Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
Pop, pop, pop, I'm shooting at your moms
I ain't writing ahead
I aim right for your head
Nigga, murder, death, kill
Sex, money, mayhem
Mourning murder with a weapon, step into the A.M
Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your God
Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard
I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car
Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?
I will pop your noodle
If I don't do it then Rock will shoot you
One smack in your lung bag
Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
I'm a nigga, that's what niggas do now
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga, just like who? P

Stand up if you're a nigga

[Ike Eyez:]
Yo, ghetto rock stars
Guns, no guitars
Throw some blow on the table
Bitches dancing on the bar
Nefertiti on the cable, piff coming out my pores
Riff full of sniff, got you twitching at the jaws
Went from dodging D's to the Florida Keys
Secrets keep me from sleeping, I need more sour D's
Fine tapestry at the gala in Napa
Sallie had a one-track mind to be the queen of a trapper
Fuck rap, I tuck packs in my briefs
That wack shit go against my beliefs
LT on the LP, iron on the mic
"Who the fuck is Ike Eyez?" Nigga, fuck you likewise
I ain't shit, my daddy wasn't either
My mama told me different but I never really believed her
We just wanted to be B-Boys, the ABC's of being a D-Boy
In Buck Town, if you down with Ruck, you Ruck down

Stand up if you're a nigga

[MF DOOM:]
Pa'l carajo, cantaso
Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gargajo
Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy
Absolutely yucky and out your league, buddy
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
Or get your crown spun around like Black Hawk Down
Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town
Then freak show, never no beef though
Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, free throw
Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
Gotten hoarse from yelling, "Fore!" on the golf course
Scream boat, then sped off in a drop Porsche
DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter
Real slaughter

Stand up if you're a nigga