Sha-Cronz - My Black Nina lyrics

[Intro: RZA (ShaCronz)] Peace to the God, what up, what up? ShaCronz, Free Murda, what's the word-word, son? (What up Bobby?) Ain't nothing, just living, son (looking good baby) But you know how we do it, you know what i mean (what you got on right there, baby?) Oh, on the feet, son? You know I got the ill Wu-Wear Slaps on my feet, son (Nobody got those... what's those son?) Yeah, I got the Roc-A-Wear sweats Popping right here, thunn Know what i mean (Hold up, son, what the f** is that.. yo what's that bulging out Your jacket, son?) [Hook: Free Murda (Run-DMC sample)] My, black, ninas, bust through project doors Fake suspect 85's, on the floor Cops yell 'raid', I wasn't afraid And I won't stop busting, til I get paid Black ninas... ("My, A..." *scratched up*) [ShaCronz] Everyday I live this thug sh**, surrounded by plus whips Sitting on dubs, b**h, I run with a rough click Dare one of ya'll to say something about my team I know you fake gangstas out your lean Shoot through your heart, choke you up, then rip out your spleen If there's a drought in New York, I'm down south with fiends Cash Rule Everything, so give it up, pa Stash, j**els, everything, we glittered up, pa Rocking your sh**, popping your b**h Send fire, raise an empire, copping more bricks From a place where the chicks holding, ride or die Walk with a switch, hips swollen, pitch coke and crack Get money, til I die, hit honeys til I fry Grew up grungy, hungry til I ride Apply pressure, time's short, need this project cake Lean on 'em, like project gates [Hook] [Free Murda] C.C.F., yo the whole hood on some sh**, n***as is sheisty Can't explain how them f*ggots in the P's, might be All stick each other, like teens holding tightly Try and light me, be the last n***a you might see Your wifey, grieving in the morgue, that like me I splash you, have your gash, look like the swoosh from Nike f**ing freaking bodies in the process, get you clapped by my set Ya'll n***as doggin' Free, you gon' die wet Chicks in the P's hoeing, them b**hes stay blowing Them b**hes stay boning, my guns stay toting Stick n***as that be holding, when I clap ya'll folding Leave foods in the streets, soaking K-Tone in my crib, loading Brown flag on my wrist rolling, head shots til ya'll open Up like a store in the morning Have you laying dead in the train station like a rodent [Hook]