M.O.P.

M.O.P. - My Kinda Nigga Part Ii lyrics

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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 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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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