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M.o.p. - My Kinda Nigga Part Ii
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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 Im in this But Im 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 danzes Jokers, talk slick, but I aint really hearin em Niggas, fake shit, but im, well aware My kind, no doubt, ya know ima take care of em And I aint hard to find, holler out, Im 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] Theres no way niggas 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 bammas Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers (my kinda nigga part two) aint nobody seein em M.o.p. and em, heather b and em Aint nothing changed, Im still in the street with niggas Im 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! Dont try! do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the firing squad Still firing hard (my kinda nigga) Chorus [billy danze] Lets put this motherfucking shit in order Everybody face me, this wont take long Im callin yall, to see if youre ready to rock Im warning yall, Im billy, Im ready to pop (stop) before they lay your body on ice Ill 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) thats right, notice what Im 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 Im ? 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, thats my kinda nigga! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. firing squad, nigga. to the life!
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