Quiet Niggas by Nas and Braveheartsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
Where my real niggas at
there's a lot of real niggas out there
there's a lot of real niggas everywhere
that's why you don't fuck with just anybody
A lot of niggas is just on the low, chilling
Not bothering nobody, until one motherfucker fuck with em
And then all hell break loose
[Chorus: x2]
Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the ones that get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga
Well known gangstas, in trust
That we bust
Your heart and soul lies with us
Boldly go where we once took a nigga before
Now the motherfucker begging for more
Its the reason
Standing here shaking, hating the haters
They watching my paper
Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes
Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop
Nigga standin there just like a cop
Braveheart I'm screaming up the block
Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
Don't let me get up and show yawl motherfucker's respect
Plans connect
The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck
More jazz than Hornecek
I blast and leave your corner wet
Straight on top of ya
Spitting like the trench coat mafia
In a school yard we make it hard
Was popping yawl
We made our change was stopping yawl
They spray your names rest in peace on the ? wall
[Chorus: x2]
I wave gang signs at the youth, that's down for the cause
Cling them things in the ? you better get yours
Time is running out
Your streets is getting smaller as we speak
Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep
I miss the shit of days we did this
Please free John Gotti
They kept the black man eating, not killing everybody
Drug wars is real
You have no friends in the outfield
Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles
there's no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9
Can't die a broke man with a bitch that's fine
My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this
Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hating
You can find us in the hood; thugging and regulating
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hating
You can find us in the hood; thugging and regulating
[Chorus: x2]
We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal
Shots in your body make you see through
Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas
25 to life, big never cry niggas
Floss when they up north
Chest getting bigger
Celebs on the V I respect that nigga
Rege on the regular chops is up, like a editor
Come through on man gang like the predator
If yawl wake I'll wet it up
Jungle set it up
The jackal rock you to sleep while I'm coming at you
Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what
Ill will the label
Bravehearts yawl scared of us
Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed
With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid
These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge
Those niggas got jail and sick cause we paid
Don't even rep Q be
You ain't got hood stripes
Looters come through catch you fronting
And its good night
Know how much force this is
Juggle horse and whiz
Nothing but horses kid
We go to war for this
My favourite lyrics
