Текст песни M.O.P. f Heather B - 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 luckThey cobras, and they die, Fame, no what?To many bitch niggas in the game, hold upI layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how niggas changedNiggas, actin like they feelin my pain, Bitches! reallyAnd lookin at me strange, what the deally?All or nothin, why I`m in thisBut I`m the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!Fuck the fake friendships and the second chancesI got love for true soldiers, the Bill Danze`sJokers, talk slick, but I ain`t really hearin emNiggas, fake shit, but I`m, well awareMy kind, no doubt, ya know I`ma take care of emAnd I ain`t hard to find, holler out, I`m 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]There`s no way nigga`s love rap, everybody loves SlapThug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap?Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough ratsWith potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcapI represent broke niggas pushin Bamma`sStill got their shit chromed-out with the hammers(My Kinda Nigga Part Two) Ain`t nobody seein emM.O.P. and em, Heather B and emAin`t nothing changed, I`m still in the street with niggasI`m 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!Don`t try! Do or die niggas! With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing SquadStill firing hard (My kinda nigga)Chorus[Billy Danze]Let`s put this motherfucking shit in ordereverybody face me, this won`t take longI`m callin y`all, to see if you`re ready to rockI`m warning y`all, I`m Billy, I`m ready to pop(Stop) Before they lay your body on iceI`ll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be niceI been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mineTop of the line ?growls? poppin rounds for mine(Watch em work) That`s right, notice what I`m 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 I`m ?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, that`s my kinda nigga!ChorusHa-ha-ha. Firing Squad, nigga. To the life!