My Kinda Nigga Heather B. (Ft. M.O.P.)

[Intro]
We gon' talk about some THINGS.. we all can relate to
(Firing Squad up in the motherfuckin house) Yeah, whassup?
(Whattup nigga? Ha ha!) You got live motherfuckers in the house
(No doubt, no doubt) Holdin it down for my homey
(The homies nigga) Yeah (Put it on)

[F] The type of individual that seek out ways to stack mad figures
[D] My kinda nigga!
[F] The type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigga
[D] My kinda nigga!
[F] And when you scheme, he ready to move, much more quicker
[D] My kinda nigga!
[F] So when you flip and he slip the clip in then he rely on the trigga
[D] My kinda nigga!

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Let me just hit you off (HIT 'EM!) with the real
My steel sing like opera, and open your fuckin head like a doctor
(DO WHATCHA GOT-TA) Holdin it down for (NEW YORK CITY)
We'll blow back your whole rap comittee
My Squad knock, make you wannabe hardrocks smoother
And move ya, with itchy trigger finger maneuvers
(You best get your steel) for these B-Ville sluggers
Cause gun shells really tell who shot motherfuckers
You gon' need protection when flexin, word to mother
I'm the reflection of my deceased brother
Flows are metamorphosed, keepin you hoes rippin off clothes
Smokin you soft hoes with or without a fo'-fo'
(HEART COLD AS THE NORTH POLE) And I be bangin 'em and tamin 'em
Crackin your cranium is Lil' Fame and them
(BLAOW!) The ill steel hitters
(FIRING SQUAD, FIRING HARD) My kinda niggas!