Luni Coleone - Broke Niggaz lyrics

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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.

*(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.

*(chorus)* x1

*(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.

*(chorus)* x1

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

*(chorus)* x1