Broke Niggaz Lyrics - Singles - Luniz

Chorus *(Yukmouth)* 

Broke niggas make the best crooks 

ya best look 

over your shoulder 

if you's a Highroller 

(broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) 

(broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) 

Verse 1 *(Knumskull)* 

Let's see how your vest look 

see if it fits ya 

picture four hideous hustlas 

quick to lick the silliest bustas 

I played the roll 

and ready to fold 

fix bitches in gold 

is a no-no 

livin low like De La Soul 

it's the "O" 

and the folks don't understand 

yes you can 

rush, shake the van 

and catch the Ice Cream Man 

they know me 

as the loyal citizen 

the boy who visited 

hot 

but on the spot 

I'm more chillier than Dennis-in 

finishin up my zip 

quick to make my grip 

you fuck around and get licked 

by the Luni click 

so that means bitches can't fade me 

fuck lobster 

I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on Aliens 

I got work 

someone told Knumskullin 

rollin 

four man deep 

in a stolen jeep 

wit heat 

keep the space between niggas and me ever 

What? Ballin outta control?! 

Nah, petty theivin 

leavin no evidence or clues 

bitch you gets a date wit yo moms 

but you gets robbed by the Luniz fool 

if I was a bum 

I'd be straight to ride out 

fuck a piece of the pie 

I take the whole cake and sky out. 

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*(chorus)* x1 

Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)* 

Knuckle Head 

fool wit that master plan 

yeah 

got my glock caulked 

wit my yay in my hand 

understand 

I'm bigger than 

fourth indo man 

that rappin nigga also known as Mr. Window Man 

cuz when I roll 

nigga I rolls deep 

I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep 

So punk P! 

The situation is I skipped it 

no set trip 

got the glock caulked 

keepin the tech on the hip 

like a pro 

deep up on the slope 

pick up the pace 

wit no time to waste 

put my gun to his fuckin face 

action-packed wit my shit 

it's the poetry 

kickin this psycho shit 

wit my click 

so you knows of me 

it's goin down 

I'm all about my mail 

wit my g's 

flipped from keys 

equals dope I'm a sale 

client-tell 

got me on top wit raps a crook 

but all you ever get 

is cum in yo little lungs 

so mutha fuckas took they last look 

(I'm broke, I'm sellin check books) 

cuz broke niggas make the best crooks. 

Photos 

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*(Yukmouth talking)* 

Eh bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that? 

*(Dope man talking)* 

You're cocaine, give it to me. Now! 

*(Yukmouth)* 

What the fuck you? You must be snortin some shit or something. 

(What the fuck is that?!) 

*(yelling and screaming in back)* 

*(Knumskull talking)* 

Let's go turn off all the lights 

and make it seem like no ones home 

niggas comin from the Eastside 

bout to hoo ride and get stole. 

Verse 3 *(Eclipse)* 

See the whole thang was a plot 

cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop 

12 o'clock 

Lexus coupe 

fill it up wit hella loot 

since your neighbors are all in my business 

you niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is 

juss throw on a ski mask 

and then I dash 

this my last visit 

and then I'm outtie 

350 prob'ley 

you niggas scared 

don't stop me 

I'm a pro 

when it comes to gangsta robberies 

the Paraphanalia 

the niggas 

the killas 

the Mobb 

the riggas 

the skrilla 

the dealas is doin they job 

Eclipse 

keeps clips 

(So don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga) 

I'd rather jack yo ass nigga 

than be a broke ass nigga. 

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Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* 

Dope fiends in the kitchen 

smokin on a pipe 

hustlas on the corner 

shootin dice 

all of my folks in jail 

raisin hell 

got bitches on the whole stroll 

sellin fruit cocktales 

to clock mail 

fuck pimps 

ballas 

shot callas 

all of us gots to get our money on 

Oakland be's no joke 

it ain't no mutha fuckin funny bone 

sky out to your Honey Comb Hideout 

Money gone! 

pullin capers on fakes 

erase your papers like white out 

ain't no tryouts 

or basketball sports 

juss a crazy horse 

my four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch 

back and fourth 

like Cameo 

I'm always Death Row 

even though I try 

I can't let go 

like Mariah 

Carry the four-fiver 

to blow shit up like Maguyver 

me be steadily Mobbin an robbin a cab driver 

either be a broke ass 

no cash 

havin your doe on 

I float on 

break more niggas than Ozone 

what 

really goes on 

hops 

the props I must 

clock 

hearin no glock 

will have that ass holdin like buckshots 

fuck cops 

I post on the block slangin crack-noid 

avoid being broke 

I'm tradin places wit Dan Akroyd 

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