Niggas

Apani - “Niggas”
[Emcee(s): Apani]
[Producer(s): Da Beatminerz]

[Intro: Apani]
My niggas, what the deal? My smoke niggas! My great niggas! Niggas! What’s up, what’s up?!? Queens niggas! Bronx niggas! Brooklyn niggas! Uptown! Y’all my niggas! What’s up, my niggas?!?

[Hook: Samples] (x4)
“Say what?”
“Niggas!” - Sample from Curtis Mayfield - “(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go”

[Verse 1: Apani]
Apani’s not
Your average nigga, for the record, a motion-picture thug
Baby’s mama, gangsta bitch, or pitcher from the slums. You must
Be dumb, dumb, dumb. I’m not your Maybelline clone. Roll
Your slow, and get hip to the memo. Negroes
Know Apani. I got a billboard in the hood
Internationally recognized for spitting good. Niggas
Love me like Kool-Aid, from the winos to the baby Arabs
In the bodegas. Hustle cats and old ladies say
I should run for mayor or chairwoman of the board. I thought
I told you before: I’m the illest nigga, niggas of a sort
Pure ghetto, from the naps to the floor, a pied
Piper with a song, cold-slinging my raw
Coast-to-coast on a float, B-more to LA
Miami, Cackalack, and VA. Guarantee I’ma
Be whatever niggas rap. Right now, I’m still on tour
Catch you when I get back, my niggas

[Hook: Samples] (x4)
“Say what?”
“Niggas!” - Sample from Curtis Mayfield - “(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go”

[Verse 2: Apani]
Niggas won’t catch
The kid strung out, hanging from a thin, short rope
Or down on my luck, hustling for hope. I double
Up on the one before I get stuck, serious
About getting it, but niggas play too much. Niggas
Don’t listen, my time is so precious. I’m kind of
Tired of niggas crying like adolescents. Joke through life
If you wanna be the jester. Not me. The name’s
Apani. Not herbal-chested, please believe
Negro, please. That’s sadder than bad sex, it seems. Do my dirt
Behind the scenes, don’t consort with random niggas in the street
I’m like the phantom rarely seen. These days
I charge niggas admission to glimpse a peek. I do this
Strictly for my niggas, fam, homies, and peeps, wherever
You stay, Atlanta Fifth Ward, BX, BK
Or Zimbabwe, Brixton, Brick City. One love
To emcees and revolutionary niggas

[Hook: Samples] (x4)
“Say what?”
“Niggas!” - Sample from Curtis Mayfield - “(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go”

[Verse 3: Apani]
Ha!
Keep my eyes on the transition, all the bait
And switching. Niggas still stuck in the same position
Civil Rights didn’t change the cost of living at night
Niggas still committing robberies and killings
We ain’t patriots where I’m from. Politicians
Are still villains, new faces, same smoke and gun
It’s so strange the Red Cross can’t raise a million
For every cross burned or hero slain. My kin
In Africa got AIDS, black mothers pray for every kid
The pigs sprayed, plus a hundred million murdered slaves
That’s more than ten-to-one for every soul lost at the
World Trade. Y’all dead wrong. Why niggas can’t get paid?
It’s a shame. Niggas’ll just trick on more rims and chains
Got my ghetto handbook and a good view of the game
Don’t believe the news, gangs, drugs, and tools. It’s time
To focus on the youth. Niggas better work it out soon

[Hook: Samples] (x4)
“Say what?”
“Niggas!” - Sample from Curtis Mayfield - “(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going to Go”