Broke Niggaz

Luniz

featuring Knuckle Head Eclipse 

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
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