Niggas Lie Alot Lyrics & Chords By Talib Kweli
[Talib speaking:]
I ain't out 2 diss nobody
But we gon keep it real 4 a second
Can we keep it real 4 a second
Brooklyn stand up
If u doing ya grizzly I respect that
But a lot of rappers is saying things they don't mean
People see through dat
Talib Kweli
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know u think u nice,
U just nice on ya block
Wit these crabs in da bow
Tryin 2 rise 2 the top
This is why I'm hot
This is why I'm hot
I ain't scared 2 die
I ain't scared of gettin shot
I got the fear of god
And from all that I been through
If u fuck with the family
Then I gotta put it in u
Pause, now continue
I love the competition
I ain't got no issue with the battles or dissin
But I keep it straight wit u
We shootin from the hip
I can't stand these rappers dat just shootin off they lip
Every rapper is a clapper
Your producer is a shooter
Engineer gotta nine
Label boss gotta ruger
Yeah right we ain't stupid
We don't believe these losers
Gotta mac in da booth
Tell the truth, it's a computer
So let me guess u make it that impressin
I seen u on myspace, u just wanna be friends
So let's not pretend, I respected ya block
Until I put it all together, now let's connect da dots
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know u think u nice,
U just nice on ya block
Wit these crabs in da bow
Tryin 2 rise 2 the top
Ok, u say u rap
U know how I can tell u whack
It's 2007 n u still sellin crack
Back n 1986 when we was shootin over sneakers
Crack was king but now they slangin n it's drastically cheaper
It ain't a real demand there ain't no short supply
Just the same old crackheads getting twice as high
These niggas like 2 lie on how they kill on corners
They still corny, they don't know what the real new york is
Faster than a rose n crime inner city drop
It wasn't cuz the mayor added 40,000 cops
U on the corner like "wow, my style is pretty hot"
But my style mile is equal 2 20 city blocks
Most say new york is soft
It's softer with the beef shit
Niggas can't separate the music from the street shit
Man that's some weak shit
Them niggas never classic
Remember bastards
Talib Kweli forever Blacksmithin
