for my niggaz lyrics – nelly

yo, uh, you didn’t see this one comin’ did ya?
all the way from the n.o. to s.t.l.
nelly-nel and lil’ wayne

on a scale one to ten i be rated a 12
you know it and these cats hate it
i got nothing outdated, if it is it’s self rated
s-cl*ss wit everything voice-activated

chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it
paid wit big faces, if it’s broke then replace it
now it’s like that; purple haze and cognac
on the beach in l.a. with dime b*tches ridin’ my back

i represent them street n*gg*s
when they get hot, carry the heat n*gg*s
them sweet n*gg*s off they feet n*gg*s
you livin’ on the edge fleet n*gg*

that’s why my clique we do or die and roll deep n*gg*
ain’t nothing sweet n*gg*, recognize the bl**dy clothes
ready to represent the grove wit two calicoes
i carry 4’s in my side pocket while yours c*ck a n*gg* mind poppin’
walk through you house wit my iron now when

this is for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i ain’t bull sh*ttin’ i trick ’em and run up in they kitchen
and she ain’t a nona deada my n*gg*s then i’m splitin’
get a code-red hop in the jag and fled
pump ‘nore’ number six, b*tch give me some head

and for you n*gg*s out there who be jacking the wrist
got a new group for ya, nina ross and the clips
and from the hip i shoot, if you wanna get loot
bout to tell ya the truth, i’m more focused i’m born in the lou’

this is for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i ain’t no busta n*gg*
came up out that holly grove dungeon n*gg*
flame up and toast let it get sparkin’ up in here
you don’t make out alive very often up in here

i’ma speak on behalf of the c.m.b. partna
i’m a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna
i skeet off a bag of the dilly-d partna
slip me on a mask hit the benz wit three choppers
weezy-wez partna

four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
leave them wit it look like nelly i didn’t know
if you was the jackie frost why didn’t you say so

somebody gotta shine my n*gg* why not me
even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week
freeza brought out the piece gucci and hat sweet
b*tter soft leather seats for trash talkin’ freaks

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s who be keepin’ it tight
only lovin’ dime b*tches that f*ck on the first night
this is for my b*tches wit the style and grace
who ain’t hear nothing talkin’ but the benjamin face

i’m doin’ this for my n*gg*s

uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha
we know ya didn’t see that one comin’
uh, uh eeyah, uh, uh wodie

/ nelly lyrics