What Y'all Niggas Want? Lyrics - Az

(feat. Foxy Brown) 

(-Intro-) AZ [Foxy Brown] 

Brooklyn [Ugh] 

[That's right] Quiet Money for life 

[Brooklyn shit] Black Sopranos 

Yall know what this is 

[AZ] 

Niggas wanna, sound like me 

Get down like me 

Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me 

Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor? 

Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas! 

See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough 

Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes 

Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold 

Make these rap niggas get on they toes [Ugh] 

Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane 

More and more, everyday the streets calling my name 

I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice 

With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice 

So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me 

Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty 

Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly 

Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy 

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(-Hook-) Foxy Brown [AZ] 

What yall niggas want nigga? 

Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want? 

[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh, whoa 

[What yall niggas want nigga?] 

[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit] 

[AZ] (Foxy Brown) 

Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala 

Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck 

More guerilla 

More paper chasin' only means more scrilla 

So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya 

More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya 

Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya 

Its that reala 

Hit ya, back split ya 

Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya 

It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga 

Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh] 

'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype? 

I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight 

Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range [whoa] Vogues [uh huh] 

Henny [ugh] Cris [whoa] Remy [uh-huh] Mo [what!] 

Niggas [ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea niggas] Flow 

[Ugh, Brooklyn] YOU KNOW! 

What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain 

4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range 

100 mothafuckas all under, one name 

And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! 

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[Foxy Brown] 

And it's the Fox to the 

5 niggas got them glocks to ya 

We on ya block, like how not could ya? 

It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted 

Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business 

This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned 

We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin' 

So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too 

So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too 

Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh) 

It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to 

Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms 

Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh) 

(AZ & Foxy Brown) 

Benz [ugh] 

Jags [ugh] 

Range [whoa] 

Vogues [uh huh] 

Henny [ugh] 

Cris [whoa] 

Remy [uh-huh] 

Mo [what!] 

Niggas [ugh] 

Gotta [ugh] 

Feel this glow [yea, yea niggas] 

[Ugh, Brooklyn] 

YOU KNOW! 

What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain 

4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range 

100 mothafuckas all under, one name 

And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! [UGH!] 

(-Repeat hook w/ adlibs until fade-)