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Steady Mobb'n - Niggas Like Me lyrics
featuring Mystikal Silkk The Shocker Get the extra clips There we go (gangsta shit gangsta shit niggas like me into gangsta shit) [Crooked Eye] Chorus Niggas like me make the world go ‘round Beats by the pound is them niggas droppin’ platnum sounds Niggas like me roll wit extra clips Cuz niggas like me be in some gangsta shit x2 Niggas like me quick to pop that steel Because niggas like me, haters trying to kill And uh, niggas like me used to slang birdies Before niggas like me was into R-A-P You see niggas like me ball wit nuthin but thugs 30 deep, strapped muggin, in the back of the club It be niggas like me posted up in the cut Ready to lite this shit up cuz I dont give a fuck Niggas like me role wit Master P And that red ass gangsta Mr. B-O-Z Niggas like me from the west to south Niggas like the M-O-B and Mystikal Chorus x2 [Mystikal] Muthafucker better hump in your back Clock the glock, hold up the buzz, tear up the club Make these weak ass niggas know the fuck you at When they see you wit yo beer banana Nigga you skipped the line, you get yo shine Make yo money don’t play no time Yo hoe big fine, torture line Them niggas dont trip they respect yo mind Excute us to see ya, follow the leader Looked up to a lil trill, wanna be ya Black tuxedo wit a 9 milimeter Call Steady Mobb’n we all ready now [Silkk] Mistah hold up Type a niggas goin behind his fiance goin out n’ creep And at the weddn’, any reason why these two shouldn’t be married, she a freak I be the typa nigga that holds his own That typa niggas block be holdn’ his own Ya know I be sayin buzz, holdn’ the crome Below holdn’ the dough like, what went wrong No findn’ jail I box the more I just knocked poped on the door If I don’t kill us, live that pop smoke Who you think I am, fuck ya’ll, steady mobb’n [Crooked Eye] Chorus x2 [Billy Bavgate] Niggas like me got you smokin’ dat weed Sellin’ dat D, north south west to tha east They say, a nigga like me, I put the funk in tha streets My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets I’m a public enemy on my enemies Drug dealers feeln’ me I’m smokn’ my weed Til these jealous niggas bury me Bury me real in the pine box Put me next to moms and pops One love to the niggas dumpin shots at cops For the crooked shit they do man it's got to stop And they say, a nigga like me am I a menace on the streets Cause I handle my business when we meet [Crooked Eye] Chorus x2 Yeah, this dedicated to them real gangstas. Mystikal, he into gangsta shit. Steady Mobb'n, we into gangsta shit. Silkk The Shocker, he into gangsta shit. C-Murder, you into gangsta shit. And the Colonel Master P into gangsta shit. Big Boz, he into gangsta shit. N-O L-I-M-I-T into gangsta shit. Yeah, Beats By The Pound. Puttin it down. You other producers back up and put them drumsticks down. Craig B, O'Dell, that nigga KL. Mo D, and beats by Los. Don't even play these niggas close |
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