That Niggas Wrong
[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
This is That Nigga's Wrong
Stoop Lo The Great
And All Day of The Reservoir Dogs
Holla at your boy Krizz Kaliko
Dope Talk Vol 2
Let's kick it here
Let's go
Kali Baby
[Verse 1: All Day of The Reservoir Dogs]
I sit alone in my 4 corner room
Staring at candles
Thinking of niggas who think they can handle
This psychotic, nerotic, nigga that got homicidal
Psychological problem, the problem solved
Murderer, child rapest and bomber
Make them suck on they own ass and baby bottle
You think I'm searching for beef, then I could be your cow
Surving you at Mickey D's by the quarter pound
Now how that order sound?
This the food going round
Eat it when I spit, getting the chills now
Don't call the doctor, Jesus Christ ain't even got ya
I promis, I stop it like a motherfuckin profit
This ain't a test, you don't need proper, your propaganda gon get you caught up
End up in the fuckin box
Fuck a gun, can you box?
Tyson punch out you niggas like my name was Freddy Fox
My nigga Big Scoob, I'm down always
I'm the illa gorilla, they call me All Day
[Chorus: Stoop Lo The Great]
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
OG, OV, made it through the struggle
Flashing lights, burning pipes, running from the muzzle
Slip bye, slid out, live and made it through
At least I think I did, time'll tell if it's true
Still with it though, all I know is gettin doe
So any minute, might hit niggas screamin "hit the floor"
With a battering ram, ramming down a nigga's door
12 white boys, suted up and hunting blow
How the story goes, lose some and win some
When you lose, treat that broos, try again, son
Then again, and again, till you win
Try again, and again, till you win
Time is given, lord willin, make the best of it
Like today could be your last pieces left of it
Everyday flys on, so my past is gone
Still here, no fear, I believe the song
[Chorus: Stoop Lo The Great]
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
[Verse 3: Stoop Lo The Great]
As a younging, I was raised with some different ways
Only hesitation was contimplating which way to use
The murder rate, or the fuckin 5 boo ya
And the competition, no hesitation, I give it to ya
At the same time, started hitting up the booth and my room
Made myself a G, got them squares in the room
In my life, rap and the streets, they ran parallel
In both lanes, tryna win like a [?]
Wellfair, but I exit on retail
Your boy hit the block, they payed the sizzle
Mom brought the sauce, but I didn't cook much
But the Cocaine game [?]
Hit a flow in reverse, switched it over to bretanical
So now adays, I only entertain the more tandgable
It ain't a bandit, it's expanded
Sattalights and airwaves on my band with
[Chorus: Stoop Lo The Great]
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long