That Ni**a Lyrics
| Song | That Ni**a |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | The Movement |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunter | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter | |
| Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture | |
| I wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout it | |
| For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert | |
| One, two, when I exhale, the one-two | |
| Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. | |
| Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley | |
| I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy | |
| There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? | |
| I supply fire that'll forge the steel | |
| Can't ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With who?) | |
| With that *****, that kid, you're sure to feel | |
| Big money, big guns, big cars and all | |
| Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster's Ball | |
| From the 718 to the 310 | |
| Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes | |
| (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) | |
| They see me in the streets they be like (That's that *****) | |
| Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that *****) | |
| Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that *****) | |
| All across the board they goin' (That's that *****) | |
| Girls of the world say (That's that *****) | |
| All across the board they goin' (That's that *****) | |
| They see him in the streets they be like (That's that *****) | |
| Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that *****) | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed | |
| Number one with a bullet, that's ****ed to squeeze | |
| He's artist of the year, who can touch me son? | |
| Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begun | |
| And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game | |
| My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same | |
| In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud | |
| Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town | |
| Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise | |
| Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise | |
| Now what *****? Only drugs sell quicker | |
| Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner | |
| You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash | |
| My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass | |
| I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business | |
| I'm bound by my honor, so ya'll bear witness | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared | |
| For the Top Gun, smokin' like ***** in the air | |
| Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard | |
| Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God | |
| This is real life money, not a scene from a movie | |
| U.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie | |
| The groupies crowd the 6 point o | |
| If it's like that now, wait til this joint blow | |
| Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some | |
| The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun | |
| That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin' | |
| Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Hunter | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter | |
| Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture | |
| I wanna see the walls come down, if ya' ll bout it | |
| For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert | |
| One, two, when I exhale, the onetwo | |
| Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. | |
| Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley | |
| I' m just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy | |
| There' s so many fraud, how could you call that real? | |
| I supply fire that' ll forge the steel | |
| Can' t ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal With who? | |
| With that , that kid, you' re sure to feel | |
| Big money, big guns, big cars and all | |
| Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster' s Ball | |
| From the 718 to the 310 | |
| Underdawgz, U. D,' s, the unsung heroes | |
| Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
| They see me in the streets they be like That' s that | |
| Rebel I. N. S., ya' ll know That' s that | |
| Girls of the world be sayin' That' s that | |
| All across the board they goin' That' s that | |
| Girls of the world say That' s that | |
| All across the board they goin' That' s that | |
| They see him in the streets they be like That' s that | |
| Rebel I. N. S., ya' ll know That' s that | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed | |
| Number one with a bullet, that' s ed to squeeze | |
| He' s artist of the year, who can touch me son? | |
| Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I' ve just begun | |
| And I won' t stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game | |
| My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same | |
| In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud | |
| Nonbelievers wonder how I' m talk of the town | |
| Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise | |
| Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise | |
| Now what ? Only drugs sell quicker | |
| Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner | |
| You' ll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash | |
| My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass | |
| I' m comin' like the taxman for all their business | |
| I' m bound by my honor, so ya' ll bear witness | |
| Chorus | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared | |
| For the Top Gun, smokin' like in the air | |
| Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard | |
| Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God | |
| This is real life money, not a scene from a movie | |
| U. D.' s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie | |
| The groupies crowd the 6 point o | |
| If it' s like that now, wait til this joint blow | |
| Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some | |
| The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun | |
| That keep your eyes open don' t you get caught sleepin' | |
| Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Hunter | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter | |
| Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture | |
| I wanna see the walls come down, if ya' ll bout it | |
| For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert | |
| One, two, when I exhale, the onetwo | |
| Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. | |
| Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley | |
| I' m just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy | |
| There' s so many fraud, how could you call that real? | |
| I supply fire that' ll forge the steel | |
| Can' t ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal With who? | |
| With that , that kid, you' re sure to feel | |
| Big money, big guns, big cars and all | |
| Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster' s Ball | |
| From the 718 to the 310 | |
| Underdawgz, U. D,' s, the unsung heroes | |
| Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
| They see me in the streets they be like That' s that | |
| Rebel I. N. S., ya' ll know That' s that | |
| Girls of the world be sayin' That' s that | |
| All across the board they goin' That' s that | |
| Girls of the world say That' s that | |
| All across the board they goin' That' s that | |
| They see him in the streets they be like That' s that | |
| Rebel I. N. S., ya' ll know That' s that | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed | |
| Number one with a bullet, that' s ed to squeeze | |
| He' s artist of the year, who can touch me son? | |
| Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I' ve just begun | |
| And I won' t stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game | |
| My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same | |
| In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud | |
| Nonbelievers wonder how I' m talk of the town | |
| Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise | |
| Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise | |
| Now what ? Only drugs sell quicker | |
| Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner | |
| You' ll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash | |
| My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass | |
| I' m comin' like the taxman for all their business | |
| I' m bound by my honor, so ya' ll bear witness | |
| Chorus | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared | |
| For the Top Gun, smokin' like in the air | |
| Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard | |
| Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God | |
| This is real life money, not a scene from a movie | |
| U. D.' s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie | |
| The groupies crowd the 6 point o | |
| If it' s like that now, wait til this joint blow | |
| Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some | |
| The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun | |
| That keep your eyes open don' t you get caught sleepin' | |
| Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' | |
| Chorus |
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