My Nigga Hillfigga Lyrics - Singles - M.o.p.

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'mma take care of em 

And I ain't hard to find, holler out, I'm right here for em 

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 

My kinda nigga! 

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) 

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 

My kinda nigga! 

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! 

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 

My kinda nigga! 

Ha-ha-ha 

Firing squad, nigga 

To the life!