M.o.p. - My Kinda Nigga Part Ii lyrics
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[Heather B] Holler the fuck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with hydro. Uh, uh, uh... Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck? I pray for their day, no luck They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what? To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changed Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! really And lookin at me strange, what the deally? All or nothin, why I'm in this But I'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business! Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances I got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze's Jokers, talk slick, but I ain't really hearin em Niggas, fake shit, but I'm, well aware My kind, no doubt, ya know I'ma take care of em And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em Chorus: Billy Danze: So where we at? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Where? (IN YOUR BUSINESS) Yeah (LET THEM NIGGAS KNOW WHAT THIS IS) Lil' Fame: I send my goons at to get ya Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya M.O.P.: My kinda nigga! *repeat* [Lil' Fame] There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves Slap Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap? Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough rats With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers (My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain't nobody seein em M.O.P. and em, Heather B and em Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in the street with niggas I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass My niggas! Fly niggas! Live! Don't try! Do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad Still firing hard (My kinda nigga) Chorus [Billy Danze] Let's put this motherfucking shit in order everybody face me, this won't take long I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock I'm warning y'all, I'm Billy, I'm ready to pop (Stop) Before they lay your body on ice I'll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be nice I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine Top of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine (Watch em work) That's right, notice what I'm workin with The Hell-raising, gun-blazin Berkuance Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels (Dominated) by true school rules Faggot, do you have it? look I'm ?fakin? escape Before I go, I need to know if my niggas is straight (Hold me down) Who that? (First Fam) Where you at? (In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. Firing Squad, nigga. To the life!
