Let My Niggas Live

[Intro Skit]
 Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
 mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
 I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
 that it was a mistake.
 I accept that as a part of my destiny!

 (Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro! Hahaha)

[Raekwon the Chef]
 Whattup kid? That's right..
 Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..

[Chorus: Raekwon]
 Aiyyo let my niggas live
 We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
 Let my niggas live
 We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves
 Let my niggas live
 We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules
 Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
 Handle your bid and kill no kids

[Raekwon the Chef]
 Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weak
 Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak
 Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
 Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
 That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
 Invisible pens that write light, leave blends
 Hit with the JF Kennedy shot
 Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got
 Bolt off, but got clocked
 Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up
 Design your alphabet, reps get graded
 We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length
 Home of Allah's ten big rooms
 So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves
 Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds
 Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all
 Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head

[Chorus]

[Nas]
 I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"
 Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me
 I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey
 Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie
 Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us
 It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours
 I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands
 Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile
 There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin
 Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit
 Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine
 It drove lots of men to die with no name
 I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous
 Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus
 I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created
 The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
 Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
 C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
 Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs
 You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project
 Checkin shorty with the +Black Tail+ stance, leapord pants
 Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance
 Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major
 Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
 Semi-autos roar in the building hall
 Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
 Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine
 In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
 So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
 Make my team click like high heels on wood floors

[Chorus]