A Few Good Niggas

Ain't no mistaken you see my chain
You know who I'm with
Made niggas banging them hit's
You banging them fist
With just a few good niggas
We can make this doe
And with a few good heaters
We can make some more
You only get something hot when
You face the mob
Probably blow a whole job with Escobar
From the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed
Fucking with my dawgs only get
You rained through quick
So much ice in my jewels
I can be from Bedrock
And I smoke that weed that
Put your brain in headlock
Wanna be a witness nigga
You can witness this!
Four fevers straight to your
Wig splitting your shit
Niggas hate you if you make it
So they pray you fail
Petty bitches run their mouth
Jake want you in jail
That's the life of a Made Men
Tighten the game plan
Come through and bomb things
We either hang men

It takes a few good niggas just to set it off
Watch your back
Squeeze triggers then we let it off
We're annoyed by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time for us to separate
The strong from the weak
Gangsta real shit from beginning to the end
(Nas to QB) , Boston Made Men (What?)

Fuck around lay around nigga

Yo as the blunt hangs low
From my defiant lips
Smoke emerge in the shape of
Halo's the chronic's lit
My hoes are pornographic, flow's orgasmic
Doe stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then I flunk
Peace to my foes who really took
It there with the beef
Peace to them hoes who left their
Pussy hairs in my teeth
I've proposed to the street corners
Heat on us to clap the phony
Thug matrimony, champions like Shaq and Kobe
Porno stars hoes like
Nairobi Knight wanna fuck us it's ruckus
Water bed head niggas can't touch us
Seen it happen to the best
Clap to their death
I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions
Look at my eyes, pupils are neutral
To the shit my body done, I shot lots of guns
22's, 45's to none, to murder a Virgo
Spooky bitches try reading my chart
I sleep with lights on
Grown and scared of the dark
It's not because of horror movies but
The art of the beast
Sparking Uzi's, rest in peace Barkin
It's war in 2G
I wish my words could resurrect Ennis Cosby
I'd make Stevie or Ray Charles see
The hate that bothers me
I feel like pulling out patches
Of my own hair said the words of my friend
Paralyzed in his wheelchair it's like

Born in a project hall next
To a fiend smacked out
Plus my pops wasn't around and
My moms was cracked out
OG's in my air trying to better my routes
Put me up on made niggas with major clout
A few of the best
Nigga we're the last ones left
From Boston to Queensbridge
Better grab your vest
Don't want these hot tests burning your flesh
Jealous niggas hate us to death
Gorgeous ladies giving us sex
Loving and living, bank rolls
Sagging my denims d's on our dick
Rather see us locked in prison
Noisy neighbors look out their windows
All in our business
My man ink spots the deceased
I'm trying to stay alive
These niggas always saying dead dawg
But whose dawg dies?
It's me against the world
But I'ma hold my own work my way up
And soon enough I had a throne
Don't get it twisted I'ma bastard
But boy I'm grown
And only fuck with a few niggas

That's right nigga, a few good niggas
No fake niggas, only real niggas making shit
Happen in 2000 baby nas and Made Men
I love to see my niggas get money
That shit makes me feel good I
Love to see niggas get money
I love to see niggas get money
A few good niggas, that's us