M.o.p. - My Kinda Nigga Part Ii Lyrics
[heather b]Holler the ***** out. henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes, withHydro. uh, uh, uh...Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the *****?I pray for their day, no luckThey cobras, and they die, fame, no what?To many ***** niggas in the game, hold upI layed low and I heard things, and i, watched how niggas changedNiggas, actin like they feelin my pain, *****es! reallyAnd lookin at me strange, what the deally?All or nothin, why Im in thisBut Im the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!***** the fake friendships and the second chancesI got love for true soldiers, the bill danzesJokers, talk slick, but I aint really hearin emNiggas, fake shit, but im, well awareMy kind, no doubt, ya know ima take care of emAnd I aint hard to find, holler out, Im right here for emChorus: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 yaHit ya, and take them new jacks down with yaM.o.p.: my kinda nigga!*repeat*[lil fame]Theres no way niggas love rap, everybody loves slapThug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap?Nothin smooth about these mother*****in rough ratsWith potholes in em, ***** around and lose a hubcapI represent broke niggas pushin bammasStill got their shit chromed-out with the hammers(my kinda nigga part two) aint nobody seein emM.o.p. and em, heather b and emAint nothing changed, Im still in the street with niggasIm still a corner store hero eatin niggaThese brooklyn cats will whack your assAnd them new jersey cats will carjack your assMy niggas! fly niggas! live!Dont try! do or die niggas!With iron we keep em expirin with the firing squadStill firing hard (my kinda nigga)Chorus[billy danze]Lets put this mother*****ing shit in orderEverybody face me, this wont take longIm callin yall, to see if youre ready to rockIm warning yall, Im billy, Im ready to pop(stop) before they lay your body on iceIll a make an ugly and this mother*****er soldier be niceI been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mineTop of the line ? growls? poppin rounds for mine(watch em work) thats right, notice what Im workin withThe hell-raising, gun-blazin berkuanceHurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels(dominated) by true school rulesFaggot, do you have it? look Im ? fakin? escapeBefore 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, thats my kinda nigga!ChorusHa-ha-ha. firing squad, nigga. to the life!
