Ward was shot dead in his home in the Albany Projects in Brooklyn, New York on October 24, 2003.
Some Niggaz
Half-A-Mill Lyrics
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Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas ain't got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)
Verse 1:
Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one
I'm gettin something, if not then I'm hittin' something
definitely, especially if my rims is touchin'
Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind
You can throw 1000 signs, I'm only concerned about the dollar signs
Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet
State to state, nationally, actually, factually
I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry
I got And 1's that match with me
City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me
Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee
Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be
Hollerin' and he bustin' big guns and coming after me
I'm willin', real live shit, ain't no acting be
It's not a game, WE ain't PLAYIN
Dunn we praying
won't stop till everyone laying, on the pavement
Every nigga you came with, is gettin painted
We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise
I seen the best of them die
Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye
So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye
Why?
Chorus:(x2)
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas ain't got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)
Verse 2:
Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill
Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil
Even if it means you kill
You resting in peace i rest in blue steel
I'm even wet-in police and navy-blue seals
How crazy you feel?
Militant Click, ten in the whip
I know bohemians wit plenty of chips
Pull this off and we'll be rich
Filthy as top, bill the milkiest
In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live
They on some rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript
I want to man by every exit so they can't split
Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit
Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit
Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit
Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip
Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's
Splittin' mathematics on the weekday
Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases
Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me
Chorus (repeat til fade)
The lyrics to Half-A-Mill's "Some Niggaz" describe a world where people come from different backgrounds and have different motivations. The chorus acknowledges that some people are affiliated with certain gangs or lifestyles, while others have nothing at all. Some people die trying to make a name for themselves, while others live comfortably. The verses talk about the singer's personal ambitions and struggles, from hustling to make money and protect himself, to planning and executing a robbery to get more wealth.
In verse one, Half-A-Mill declares his determination to achieve success and protect himself at all costs. He boasts about his ability to intimidate others and his willingness to use violence to get what he wants. The line "Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in the back of my feet" suggests that he is involved in drug dealing, while "I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry" shows that he is not afraid to take on groups of people who he perceives as threats.
Verse two takes things to another level as Half-A-Mill describes planning a robbery on an affluent family's home. He details how they will get in and out without being detected, showing a high level of criminal sophistication. The lyrics also suggest that Half-A-Mill is not only willing to use violence against rivals but also against police officers for his own gain.
Overall, the song paints a picture of a violent and dangerous environment where people must hustle and scrabble for resources to survive. The lyrics highlight the disconnection and inequality among different groups in society.
Line by Line Meaning
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some people belong to the Blood or Crip gangs
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some people are tough and some are weak
Some niggas ain't got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some people are poor and some are wealthy
Some niggas die frontin' and some livin' this shit(4 real)
Some people pretend and some are truly living this lifestyle, risking their lives
Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one
We take things seriously from the very beginning
Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need
We are aggressive and have many tactics to succeed, even if it means being violent
I'm gettin something, if not then I'm hittin' something definitely, especially if my rims is touchin'
I am determined to acquire something for myself, even if it means resorting to violence
Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind
I will do whatever it takes to get what I want and even surpass you
You can throw 1000 signs, I'm only concerned about the dollar signs
I do not care about your symbols or loyalty, only money
Stackin' my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet
I am saving up my money and hiding my illegal drugs
State to state, nationally, actually, factually I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry
I can dominate people and cause them to break down, no matter where they are from
I got And 1's that match with me
My clothes and shoes match and I am confident about it
City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me
People in my city fear me and do not want to cross me
Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee
I will harm your associates, even to the point of causing their death
Other members of your clan runnin' where the traffic be
Your group is fleeing from the danger, desperate to escape
Hollerin' and he bustin' big guns and coming after me
Your people may try to fight back with guns, but ultimately they are chasing after me
It's not a game, WE ain't PLAYIN
This is serious and we are not joking around
Dunn we praying won't stop till everyone laying, on the pavement
We will not rest until all of our enemies are defeated and on the ground
Every nigga you came with, is gettin painted
Every one of your associates will be harmed or killed by us
We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise
We are experts at killing and lying, using guns like the Smith & Wesson brand
I seen the best of them die
I have witnessed many skilled people lose their lives
Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye
We specifically took down talented people like Test, shooting them in the eye
So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye Why?
We want you to see your impending doom and suffer
Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill
The streets are too dangerous and the people involved are too skilled at violence
Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil
I do not settle for small amounts of money, I want millions
You resting in peace i rest in blue steel
You may be dead and at peace, but I am still carrying my weapon with me
I'm even wet-in police and navy-blue seals
I am not afraid to target and harm even those in law enforcement or the military
How crazy you feel?
Do you understand how intense this situation is?
Militant Click, ten in the whip
My group is strong and we are all together
I know bohemians wit plenty of chips
I know wealthy people who are willing to help me
Pull this off and we'll be rich, Filthy as top, bill the milkiest
If we succeed, we will be wealthy and powerful
In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live
I know the rich people who live in the luxurious Hamptons
They on some rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript
They are obsessed with valuable vehicles and exotic cultures
I want to man by every exit so they can't split
I want to have a person stationed at every way out, so they cannot escape
Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit
We are breaking into their home and see only the lighting from candles
Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit
They have expensive jewelry like gold necklaces with animal pendants
Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit
We have taken them hostage, targeted them with a laser sight, and will not negotiate a ransom
Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip
We cracked the safe, found a lot of money and jewels, and left quickly in our getaway vehicle
Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj's
We leave the area, return to Brooklyn, and feel safe and content while wearing comfortable clothing
Splittin' mathematics on the weekday
We are dividing up the money and making financial plans on a regular day
Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases
We pay no attention to details like fingerprints or dust on the briefcases
Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me
We quietly make our money and enjoy luxurious meals prepared by our private chef like members of the Freemasons secret society
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CL456
Such a slept on rapper. His album "Million" is one of the best albums from that era, no joke. Another one that got killed way too young.
K.Montana
SORRY TO SAY THIS BUT I HEARD HE COMMITTED SUICIDE 🙌🏿🙌🏿✊🏿
Dominic Moody
He killed himself bro
Shawn Smith
Chris L. Facts
Dominic Moody
Ernest Carnegie kinda my fault never edited was ment for @Dwayne Mason the story is in the news think his cousin seen it too or sum shit
Dominic Moody
Ernest Carnegie ain't bother to edit kinda forgot bout dude dumb comment
Fah Blizza
This is in my personal Top 10 rap songs of all time. The dark honest pain in this hits home for me.
V S O P: Visions Started Over Pain
All these years down the line This shit still too hard rip Half a Mil
DeeWunn
I learned to rhyme on this beat….love this track so much, sleep well Mil thank you so much! From the skinny kid back then still living in Jamaica 🙏🏾🔥🇯🇲👑
Jason Turner
Let's battle u go first.