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M.O.P.

"My Kinda n*gga Part II"

[Heather B]
Holler the f*ck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with
Hydro. Uh, uh, uh...

Some n*ggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the f*ck?
I pray for their day, no luck
They cobras, and they die, Fame, no what?
To many b*tch n*ggas in the game, hold up
I layed low and I heard things, and I, watched how n*ggas changed
n*ggas, actin like they feelin my pain, b*tches! really
And lookin at me strange, what the deally?
All or nothin, why I'm in this
But I'm the kind of n*gga thats gon handle my business!
f*ck 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
n*ggas, fake sh*t, but I'm, well aware
My kind, no doubt, ya know I'mma 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 n*ggAS 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 n*gga!
*repeat*

[Lil' Fame]
There's no way n*gga's love rap, everybody loves Slap
Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap?
Nothin smooth about these motherf*ckin rough rats
With potholes in em, f*ck around and lose a hubcap
I represent broke n*ggas pushin Bamma's
Still got their sh*t chromed-out with the hammers
(My Kinda n*gga 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 n*ggas
I'm still a corner store hero eatin n*gga
These Brooklyn cats will whack your ass
And them New Jersey cats will carjack your ass
My n*ggas! Fly n*ggas! Live!
Don't try! Do or die n*ggas!
With iron we keep em expirin with the Firing Squad
Still firing hard (My kinda n*gga)

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
Let's put this motherf*cking sh*t 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 motherf*cker 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 n*ggas is straight
(Hold me down) Who that?
(First Fam) Where you at?
(In the back) Ready to attack, that's my kinda n*gga!

[Chorus]

Ha-ha-ha. Firing Squad, n*gga. To the life!

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