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!