How Many
Too $hort, MOUNT WESTMORE, Ice Cube, E-40, Snoop
(Eighty Seven)
We got the block
We got the crack
We got the money
And we got the straps (yeah)
I hit a lick with a trick
Nigga said he real but the nigga counterfeit
Alfred, I knew he wouldn't hit from his outfit
Knew he wasn't about shit, but the cow shit
See y'all allow shit
To fester, should've whooped his ass last semester
Like a molester
Now we in the spot, motherfuckers comin' to arrest us
It's them, homie, he them, homie
He gon' tell these pigs where we been, homie
Tender as a tenderonie
Only phony motherfucker give his testimony 'gainst the big homie
In front of Judge Ido
When he hit the pen send a torpedo (yeah)
Leave him on the floor, cuz
He can bury four of us if he hit the court bus
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release outta jail)
Four smirkish niggas in a stoley
'Bout to pull a lick with thirty-round clips
They finsta to backdoor they homie
But he got Ring cameras and arsenal like the army
One of the smirkish nigga's broad told the homie they finna rob
To be prepared and stay woke, "Because they comin' for your throat"
They homie they finna rob got some commas
Told his girlfriend and his kids to go spend the night at her mamas
Turned off the lights and left the TVs on
So it could like he was home but he was really gone
He can check the surveillance through his phone (through his phone)
Get notifications when it's on (when it's on)
Driver keep bringin' up his newborn daughter
The shooter's wonderin' if he can hold water
'Cause his body type is frail, he can't make it in a cell
Like the opposite of heads he gon' tell (bitch)
How many niggas gon' tell?
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release outta jail)
The main nigga talkin' 'bout he never tell
Now he flossin' in the hood, leavin' a paper trail
Lyin'-ass nigga goin' straight to hell
First time I heard about it, shit, I aint take it well
Nigga in the hood tellin' everybody
Baby mama in a brand new Maserati (ooh-wee)
Told the side nigga she was fuckin' with
Funky-dog-head-nothin'-ass bitch
Now the word out, the feds knockin' at ya daddy house
Meetin' at the park after dark
Nigga didn't even try and play it smart
Couldn't play his part
Snitch-ass nigga got the same heart
Police talkin' that jail time
It was 'smoke you a cig and tuck your tail time'
You's a bitch
Nigga tellin' on everybody on the stand
Judge said, "Point him out," that nigga used both hands
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release outta jail)
They tried turn you against me
Him against you
Make us enemies, then we all through
Now what happen is no big mystery
Homeboy you needa know your history
It's to bad, 'cause when we got the crack
You made money off the hood, but did you ever give it back?
Used it like poison, brought all ya boys in
Automatic weapons make a lot of noise
When motherfuckers come through
Straight try to jump you
Tryna take yo' block, niggas tryna punk you
You make a lot of money off them junkies, it's a fact
All you gotta do is keep the monkey on they back
The thug life gave us a reason to fight
You get caught and then snitch, you might lose ya life
But no matter what you say, no matter what you do
If we all stick together, we can all pull through (yeah)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Say what?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell?
(To get you a early release outta jail)
Written by: Anthony Banks, Calvin Broadus, Earl Stevens, O'shea Jackson, Todd ShawLyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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