"Niggaz Ain't Fuck Wit Us" lyrics

[Max B:]
Production by Cricet, Cricet
Get it in, uh

I got a drop-top with six hoes
Twenty-two inch rims on six-fours (Oh)
Oh, there they go again
I was holdin' in the pen, I was rollin' in a Ben
You niggas all in love with my swag
White Mike, come through nice, with nice bags (Nice bags)
GT Bent Coupes and nice Jags (Nice Jags, chyeah)
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us

[Mitchy Slick:]
I'm cross-country, Hueneme
My nigga, Eastside, from Far Rockaway, is one of the killers amongst me (Uh)
Max B, they never seen a nigga rock Biggies
With the Gucci sneaks, French braids, white tee (Gangsters)
Icy, in a GT (Uh)
The reason why all the bad bitches is trying to get to the VIP
Ones that look like models
They follow the waitress with all the bottles, back to Mitch, yeah

[Max B:]
I got a drop-top with six hoes
Twenty-two inch rims on six-fours (Oh)
Oh, there they go again
I was holdin' in the pen, I was rollin' in a Ben
You niggas all in love with my swag
White Mike, come through nice, with nice bags (Nice bags)
GT Bent Coupes and nice Jags (Nice Jags, chyeah)
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us

There's seconds left, give me the pill
Got you faggot rap niggas like Milli Vanilli
Yeah, you niggas silly for real
Think you fuckin' with a nigga like me?
Desert Eagle in the white tee (Yeah), fucked your wifey
Made her cook me a burger and a bucket of iced tea
Got the bucket, it's pricey and I don't give a fuck if you like me
Nigga, I'm nice, B (Oww, uh)

I got a drop-top with six hoes
Twenty-two inch rims on six-fours (Oh)
Oh, there they go again
I was holdin' in the pen, I was rollin' in a Ben
You niggas all in love with my swag
White Mike, come through nice, with nice bags (Nice bags)
GT Bent Coupes and nice Jags (Nice Jags, chyeah)
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us

[Mitchy Slick:]
He better jack off, 'cause fuckin' with us
Gon' have him slumped in his truck with double-I bucks in his guts
I'm with the business to funk anybody
Six deep, no sleep, and still fillin' up coffins
What it is? (What it is?) Where I live?
If I move, but across town, there's some Crips
And your forehead'll drip if your dumbass slip
Be reduced to a R.I.P. tat on some young bitch wrist
When I was a homie stuntin' through with chop-suey
Just some tough nigga gets sprawled out, left with his top off
Peel out, in the Chevy candy, door down
The white interior the same color as Scream Out
Watch movies? Flamboyant, didn't used to be the model
But after so much ridin', I deserve to freak a Otto
Lincoln Park niggas, cop like they hit the lotto
Call us "Stinkin' Park" and get chopped with the fully autos, uh

[Max B:]
I got a drop-top with six hoes
Twenty-two inch rims on six-fours (Oh)
Oh, there they go again
I was holdin' in the pen, I was rollin' in a Ben
You niggas all in love with my swag
White Mike, come through nice with nice bags (Nice bags)
GT Bent Coupes and nice Jags (Nice Jags, chyeah)
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us

[Mitchy Slick:]
Hey, man, there's international shit going on, man
Telling you, homie
All the way from South Beach to Dago, homie
Know what I'm saying?
San Diego, Killerfornia, yeah
Hey, check it out, Max B, take this back to Harlem, homie
You get it poppin' out there, homie
And I'm gon' get it poppin' out here, uh
Clack-clack, uh, you know why, homie?
'Cause niggas ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah, and it don't matter, man, know what I'm saying?
Real shit recognize real shit, homie
Know what I'm saying?
Niggas better come back with what they said they was gon' come back with, man
We gon' get this dough, man
And unify this shit, man, you know what I'm sayin'
From here to here, you know what I'm sayin'
Haters gon' be court held on these niggas, man, you know what I'm sayin'
They try to make a funny move, homie, they gon' get punished for that shit, G
You know what I'm sayin'
Smack, yeah, that
Clack-clack-clack-clack-clack