M.o.p. - My Kinda n***a Part Ii lyrics

[heather b] Holler the f** out. henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes, with Hydro. uh, uh, uh... Some n***as done betrayed me in the worst way, what the f**? I pray for their day, no luck They cobras, and they die, fame, no what? To many b**h n***as in the game, hold up I layed low and i heard things, and i, watched how n***as changed n***as, actin like they feelin my pain, b**hes! really And lookin at me strange, what the deally? All or nothin, why i'm in this But i'm the kind of n***a thats gon handle my business! f** 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***as, fake sh**, 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 n***as 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***a! *repeat* [lil' fame] There's no way n***a's love rap, everybody loves slap Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap? Nothin smooth about these motherf**in rough rats With potholes in em, f** around and lose a hubcap I represent broke n***as pushin bamma's Still got their sh** chromed-out with the hammers (my kinda n***a 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***as I'm still a corner store hero eatin n***a These brooklyn cats will whack your a** And them new jersey cats will carjack your a** My n***as! fly n***as! live! Don't try! do or die n***as! With iron we keep em expirin with the firing squad Still firing hard (my kinda n***a) Chorus [billy danze] Let's put this motherf**ing sh** 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**er 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 j**lels (dominated) by true school rules f*ggot, do you have it? look i'm ?fakin? escape Before i go, i need to know if my n***as is straight (hold me down) who that? (first fam) where you at? (in the back) ready to attack, that's my kinda n***a! Chorus Ha-ha-ha. firing squad, n***a. to the life!