My Kinda Nigga Part Ii Lyrics by M.o.p.

My Kinda Nigga Part Ii Lyrics

    [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!

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