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Niggas in Poorest

Niggas in Poorest Lyrics Mos Def (Yasiin Bey)

Niggas in Poorest - Mos' take on issues (freestyle) after hearing Jay-Z' in Paris (sorry for the spelling error up top, not sure how to correct)

Bisimillah

I need some money-
Yea, everybody needs money
I need some money

Yeah
Intro
Live from America
Yasiin, Yasiin, Yasiin
N.I.P, sing it

Verse 1
Ball so hard, clean clothes look grimy, pretty women don’t mind me
So what’s fifty grand to a young nigga like me?
More than my annual salary
Ball so hard
This shit crazy, fought my side, the whole world hate me
Nervous stares hit the third affairs, Savannah's can of police tracing
Ball so hard
This shit weird, we be home and still be scared
There’s grief here, there’s peace here, its easy and hard to be here
Psycho, liable to turn Michael
Take your pick, Myers, Myers, Myers, same shit
Ball so hard, got holey socks, dope block on my stove top
Jumbotrons for astronauts
High at all but no planet rock, say
Ball so hard, this chopper too, we starving Marvin, you hot food
There’s birds of prey, no escape, open-air prison, no pursuit
Ball so hard
Who getting faded? Little Maurice in the sixth grade
No mama, no father, role model the dope game, say
Ball so hard
Bitch behave, standing behind the deuce-deuce-trey
Ice-cold, heat blow, closed casket, cold case

Hook
Ball so hard, that shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

Verse 2
These young bloods is looking scary at the mall
They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers
They rob a nigga in the bathroom stall
They took his life cause he ain’t want to take it off
Singing
Ball so hard, that shit cray, ain’t it, Bey?
Diabetics, fish filet
Ball so hard, your hustle cold, nigga it ain’t spring
Every winter and I ‘em with my heat again
Bourgie girl, grab your hand, show you how to do this ghetto dance
Fuck your French, we ain’t in France, I’m just saying
Prince Williams ain’t do it right, if you ask me
If I was him, I’d put some black up in my family
Fake Gucci, my nigga, fake Louis, my killa
Real drugs, my dealer, who the fuck is Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance
It’s them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh

Interlude: Malcolm X
"I don’t worry. I tell you, I am a man who believed that I died 20 years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything, anything..."

Hook

Grrrrrr
Rraarrr

Verse 3
To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall
As it was written before, amen, the show goes on
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Huh
These devils out here lying, acting like the people ain’t dying
They silver and they gold, ain’t never saved a soul
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne (huh)
Shout-outs to the earth and to the heavens, lunar, solar eclipses
We seeking for forgiveness and safety for our children
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Allah is in control

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