I Ain't One Of Them Niggaz

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] King Karnov The Conglomerate Murda Mook, they got a lot of talk about you going on around town, my nigga Yeah, a whole lot of talk A whole lot of gossip A whole lot of facts [Verse 1:Murda Mook] I’m one of them niggas that’ll run down and finish you Then got to Vlad and promote my album on an interview See, this is different living, you just in the view I’m Louis 13, and y’all niggas pinnacle Taste different, bass whipping, shoe bitches, lace women And I ain’t tripping, I got a grip My pockets swollen, I’m just walking in the club while it’s closing I’m yelling bartender poor a couple up nigga And look around, and I see it’s only us niggas Fuck niggas, that’s just how I feel Riding round Harlem, looking like dollar bill Last week the club owner said “you gotta chill” This week the club owner say “we gotta chill” Fly shooter, I’m in designer still Funny how I’m pulling all these niggas cards without a deal [Hook] I ain’t one of them niggas Disloyal motherfuckers, I ain’t one of them niggas Get caught up motherfuckers, I ain’t one of them niggas But them royal motherfuckers, yeah I’m one of them niggas Right, you’s a bitch, I ain’t one of them niggas You be diming on the strip, I ain’t one of them niggas And then you die up on the strip, I ain’t one of them niggas But supplying up the strip, yeah I’m one of them niggas [Verse 2: Murda Mook] Looking at my twitter feed like what the fuck you talking bout See a nigga Loaded Lux called me out Man why he show his gun to a killer And got mad, like he must think that I’m one of them niggas Different kind of guy, I spit crack, I spit cyanide Get one dose of this shit and you’ll probably die Tell bus bring the track round, all these dudes run laps round Y’all say pardon my back, I say pardon my backdown We them calm niggas, we let you act wild When we on it, this thing sing, my mac wowed Make it hot till it boil my nigga Cook coke like I cook arroz con pollo my nigga We deal with straight drop, you do the oil my nigga And we shared sweaters if I’m gon coil my nigga Ain’t got time to be worrying bout who is you I ain’t got peripheral vision, nigga my shooters do (easy!) [Hook] [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Let it be indoctrinated Those who are skilled in combat Do not become angered Those who are skilled at winning Do not become afraid Thus the wise win before the fight While the ignorant fight to win Appreciate the jewel, fool! We having fun with this shit! We establishing the rules of this motherfucking hip hop Stop looking for excuses niggas Punishment Murda Mook Yeah it’s ok to calm down now Easy, nigga!