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Yo, Your image deceives what your people perceive
Some people believe what the media feeds, TV MC's
That try to bark hollow pretend to be harsh fellows
But be yellow and softer than marshmallows

Oh you one of them nigga!

Homo I'ma hurt ya feelings
Name brand talkers pretty ass earrings
Where are all your women, I ain't seen you with one
Only bitch that ever loved you gotta call you her son
Yea, you that nigga choch ass nigga
No heart won't even approach us nigga
So you be humble man stay in your place
We them niggas that rumble and get in your face

Oh you one of them nigga!

Concerned with lookin' cute nails done, eyes plucked
Homie, what the fuck? I mean really whassup
Help a brother understand
How self admiration takes the soul of a man
Damn, vain ass, plain ass, nothin' ass niggas
Get your punk ass out the goddamn mirror

You one of them nigga!

Real niggas do real things and that's a fact
Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds

Uh Mr. Know It All, flossy floss, all talk
Head Mr. A and R we ain't hard, who the fuck said we was?
You never heard us holla crip or blood or I'm a thug

You one of them nigga!
You wanna rhyme like that?
You won't get signed like that
Ya'll need the R and B track
Or call some sister sluts
Tell them back that thang up
'Cause only real niggas spit game that much

You one of them nigga!

Right off the bat what you speak is contrived
Its like you're cloaked in a Pinocchio vibe
And when you lie you play with the dream
You make it decay at the seams
You can fix it if you say what you mean

You one of them nigga!

Pick and choose who you beef with
Leap froggy, Show me how real you keep it
And know that you pussy all underneath it
Now it's time for the five to expose your secret

You one of them nigga!

Shake up foo's be faker than make up ha!
Oh you one of them nigga!

Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds

You one of them niggas!

Knock this pretty boy 'cause on they ass each time we drop kid

Oh you one of them niggas!

No time for idle chattin' folks say what's happening
'Til we go platinum house in the Hamptons
Bank account large give Shatan my cold regards
There's a killer at large and he murders his team?
'Cause he strips black teens of all their dreams

You one of them nigga!

Yea what you trying to prove
Keep it gangsta where I'm from means the G's move
Now everybody wanna pop that shit
Walk like a crip, what part of the game is this?
Don't get caught up the twist of some gang bang shit
But then you probably would fascinated with the hood

You one of them nigga!

Man enough is enough I know that you're ghetto
But thinkin' you tough? Your posse is deep
And when you speak it's fuck the police
Am I to believe is that the way you really would be
If only we see what there is no cameras allowed
And your bodyguard didn't have to hold your hand through the crowd

You one of them niggas!

{Hey you! you have enough listening to your phonograph I have ten thousand copies of this record made each perfect for yours for yours for yours for yours for yours, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha}
Yo, Your image deceives what your people perceive   Some people believe what the media feeds, TV MC's   That try to bark hollow pretend to be harsh fellows   But be yellow and softer than marshmallows      Oh you one of them nigga!      Homo I'ma hurt ya feelings   Name brand talkers pretty ass earrings   Where are all your women, I ain't seen you with one   Only bitch that ever loved you gotta call you her son   Yea, you that nigga choch ass nigga   No heart won't even approach us nigga   So you be humble man stay in your place   We them niggas that rumble and get in your face      Oh you one of them nigga!      Concerned with lookin' cute nails done, eyes plucked   Homie, what the fuck? I mean really whassup   Help a brother understand   How self admiration takes the soul of a man   Damn, vain ass, plain ass, nothin' ass niggas   Get your punk ass out the goddamn mirror      You one of them nigga!      Real niggas do real things and that's a fact   Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds      Uh Mr. Know It All, flossy floss, all talk   Head Mr. A and R we ain't hard, who the fuck said we was?   You never heard us holla crip or blood or I'm a thug      You one of them nigga!   You wanna rhyme like that?   You won't get signed like that   Ya'll need the R and B track   Or call some sister sluts   Tell them back that thang up   'Cause only real niggas spit game that much      You one of them nigga!      Right off the bat what you speak is contrived   Its like you're cloaked in a Pinocchio vibe   And when you lie you play with the dream   You make it decay at the seams   You can fix it if you say what you mean      You one of them nigga!      Pick and choose who you beef with   Leap froggy, Show me how real you keep it   And know that you pussy all underneath it   Now it's time for the five to expose your secret      You one of them nigga!      Shake up foo's be faker than make up ha!   Oh you one of them nigga!      Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds      You one of them niggas!      Knock this pretty boy 'cause on they ass each time we drop kid      Oh you one of them niggas!      No time for idle chattin' folks say what's happening   'Til we go platinum house in the Hamptons   Bank account large give Shatan my cold regards   There's a killer at large and he murders his team?   'Cause he strips black teens of all their dreams      You one of them nigga!      Yea what you trying to prove   Keep it gangsta where I'm from means the G's move   Now everybody wanna pop that shit   Walk like a crip, what part of the game is this?   Don't get caught up the twist of some gang bang shit   But then you probably would fascinated with the hood      You one of them nigga!      Man enough is enough I know that you're ghetto   But thinkin' you tough? Your posse is deep   And when you speak it's fuck the police   Am I to believe is that the way you really would be   If only we see what there is no cameras allowed   And your bodyguard didn't have to hold your hand through the crowd      You one of them niggas!      {Hey you! you have enough listening to your phonograph I have ten thousand copies of this record made each perfect for yours for yours for yours for yours for yours, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha}
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