(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul
Cain)
[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