Lyrics to My Niggas : [bad word]  My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin’ lovely, oh whoa whoa [bad word] ladies goin’ crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 1] Fresh out the federal building
To Bently Coupes with the convertable ceilings
It’s the Black Widow, call me Ms. White
I done been through it all, shoot-outs and fist fights
Brooklyn [bad word]  it go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimmie 6 mics
Can’t reach me on the phone, then send a [bad word] a kite
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King but I’m more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right, I'm [bad word] X
Please keep the peace 'cause a coward show me disrespect
My niggas put his soul to rest, I don't wanna see who's next
Champagne on my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I’m the same [bad word] from the escalator
And I ain’t trippin’ off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters
 [bad word]  My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin’ lovely, oh whoa whoa [bad word] ladies goin’ crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 2] Me and my team we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop a crib like [bad word] through in a ‘06 Benz-ito
The feds tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin’ man, we keep it goin’ man
Won’t stop, can't, gotta keep it goin' man
See I do it for the fans, they’ll never understand
While they goin' off course, me I’m stickin' to the plan
Feel the movement, it’s a whole new crew [bad word] Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter’s through
Them [bad word] done did something that they can’t undo
Whoever ridin' wit' ‘em they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a 1 to 3 do
Still took it to trial even though I blew
Brooklyn style baby, that’s how we do it
Real gangstas and ain’t got to prove it
 [bad word]  My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin’ lovely, oh whoa whoa [bad word] ladies goin’ crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa

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[Verse 3] Now a party ain’t a party ‘till the [bad word] through
You know where I go man, the [bad word] too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil’ Kim’s that girl even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-o
In the jail jumpsuit still a bad [bad word] though
Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood, the world ain’t just for rich folk
Get ya lil' dance up, B-K stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold ya pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that [bad word] man up
 [bad word]  My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin’ lovely, oh whoa whoa [bad word] ladies goin’ crazy 'cause the beats like whoa whoa whoa
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