[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!
