OSCHINO

OSCHINO - Just Another Nigga lyrics

rate me

(feat. Sparks & Beanie Sigel)

Chea, State Property Criminal Records

We'll show you exactly what takes place in the ghetto (that's right)

[Chorus]

People used to tell me

That I'll be just another nigga

Livin' life in these cold streets

And I don't wanna be

Just another nigga

People used to tell me

That I'll be just another nigga

Understand y'all don't know me

Cause I'm not gonna be

Just another nigga

[Sparks]

They say I'm just another nigga (another nigga)

A malt liquor drinker, a marijuana smoker

Sherman Heller, crack pusher

You gotta serve fiends by all means

To make cream to feed home

I'm just another gangsta, breed homes

Let me run wit my niggaz

Hug the corner, though it one day that same block

That I love to hug, might leave me and to turn into a goner

But I refuse to turn my back on my niggaz

How could I leave them

Knowin' one day I might turn around and need 'em for [?]

School me way back in the day

A man should never bite the hand and feed 'em

So we learned to break bread through in the month of Ramadan

Together we grow fast, fell back

I watched teams break up, top guns that broke down

Fake fucks get faked down and fake pounds

I got slugs to chase ya fake fucks the fuck down

Police wanna know why I pack the piece

That fills the stacks increase

Ya dudes in the streets wanna ruin the face

[Chorus]

[Oschino]

I sat in my cell, watchin' the walls

Sayin' reps in my head while I washed my drawers

Life is hard, and pussies is soft (district attorneys)

Scream, years involved in there snitch on they boss

But not O, you know the jail thing I'm used to the scene

Keep my blues wit a cuff, and my Converse clean

I'm not pointin', snitchin', rattin', givin' a statement

I'm the mind, body and soul of this nigga you get mavin

I was raised by the PJ's, hung wit the essa's

Took rocked nueve's, dip pull Chevy's

Sold dope to strangers, shot at my roadies

Smacked my young bitch in her face and broke her clothes

Cause I wasn't focused everybody so shifty

Life was crazy like I slipped it a nicky

I'm just another nigga, no I'm more

I'm a ex-con, a bank robber driver 'bout to go on tour

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

In '98 y'all couldn't trace my mug

Now y'all hatin' wanna waste my blood

Cause I'm eatin', wanna taste my grub

Tell you what, I'll give you food for thought

The spoon and fork, but y'all bitches doin' the dishes

Feed you shells from the strafe I snubbed

Now Prop's that's the case won't budge

No prints pimp latex glove

Lose in court, fuck you gon' prove in court?

Sig don't believe in leavin' witness

Shit ain't all good, different number different hood

Duck and damn the sticks, disappear in the woods

I duck cops and I lost neighbors

Had to separate my neighbors acres, segregate the haters

Y'all said that I'd be dead in the street

Nigga, I'm gettin' bread tryin' to spread wit my peeps

Sit behind the desk and a scraper

I know I'm destined for greatness

Y'all thought you'd read about my death in the papers, huh?

[Chorus]

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