For My n*ggaz lyrics

[Chorus: Killa B]
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out

[Verse 1: Lil John John]
Loced out, smoked out, a player that's from the f*ckin' South
Blinked out on the chronic sack, ready to sweat the f*ckin' track
Boomin' yam, don't give a damn about these stupid traitin' hoes
Ridin' clean, rollin' mean, Cadillac with Octavos
Scopin' out them wealthy tricks 'cause I'm fresh, b*tches on my di*k
Smokin' and chokin' and blowin' the B-U-D, hangin' with the Triple Six
Just bought a quarter ounce of eight, sit back, sippin' on Alizé
Mind blinkin' out, player with clout, loads the ten, cough and just commits to spray
Chronic is in my brain cells, cheifin' all day, mane, I'm high as hell
Campaignin' in the 'Lac, cheifin' on the sack, sippin' on the champagne
High as hell, eyes are read off that f*ckin' chronic, G
I-N-K, Alizé, chicken f*ckin' with my memory
Roll the junt, cheif the blunt, mane, just take a hard pull
Drunk as hell, can't you tell? Off that sweet malt liquor bowl
Paranoid from the ink, finger always on the trigger
Blowin' ink, I'm so blink 'cause this is for my f*ckin' n*ggas
(n*ggas, n*ggas, n*ggas)
[Chorus: Killa B]
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out

[Verse 2: Lil John John]
My pimpin' is so f*ckin' thick, on the track boomin' bricks
Makin' stangs, watch your back 'cause a real player ain't barin' this sh*t
Blinked out, from the South, pimpin' ass n*gga with so much clout
Pass me the f*ckin' junt, my blunt is so f*ckin' stout
Cheifin' on that reefer, I'm so high off that shotgun smoke
I-N-K, indica, chronic is makin' me chokin'-choke
Mane, I think I'm goin' insane, indo goin' through my brain
Blowin' ink, blowin' ink, and now it's time to campaign'
Oz's and B-U-D, rollin' J-O-I-N-T's
Cheifin' hay, all day, drinkin' on the Tanqueray
Roll up a fat mack blunt, I hit the junt and then I pass it around
Vamp up to the liquor store get some Yak and get a pint of Crown
Hit the crib, split your wig if you say one word, punk
Put the twelve gauge in your face and say lay your ass down in my trunk
Smoked out, I'm about to click on you funky hoes
Gigglin', laughin', 'cause I full of that Indo
Paranoid from the ink
(For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas gettin')
Finger always on the trigger
Deadly night, high as a kite (Smoked out, loced out, loced out)
'Cause this is for my f*ckin' n*ggas
[Outro: Lil John John]
For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas
For the n*ggas gettin' smoked out, loced out, loced out
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'
This Lil John John in this motherf*cker
I send the shouts out to my n*gga DJ Paul
Lil Jason in Hamelton, Corb and E
My n*gga Pun, my n*gga Carlos D
And I'm out this motherf*cker for the 9-4
And yeah, I also send the shouts out to the Triple Six, b*tch
Yeah, if you got ana' with this pimp sh*t, mane
You can suck my motherf*ckin' di*k 'cause this is for my motherf*ckin' n*ggas
b*tch (For the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas, for the n*ggas gettin')