[Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams" At one time or another Fast cars, cash Money, hustlin... C'mon y'all Desert Storm
[Chorus - Paul Cain] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain] Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off And quick to speed off on the jake Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 When I was taught, never talk wit a snake When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape We in the game most dudes ain't built for Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga
[Chorus - Fabolous] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 2 - Fabolous] These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!) Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!) Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!) Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!) Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change The singles chipped in my ass changed But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter I ain't much of a fighter But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder My dope is much more than whiter One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
[Chorus - Joe Budden] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice! You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes Still I'm that nigga that you get at why Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy 'Member they back you down, when knives was out .45 was out, scully ya eyes come out But now could you hear nigga all in this place That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of Don't get me worng, I would like to get it But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me
[Chorus - Fabolous] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch, nigga
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