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lirik lagu street military - type of n-g-a i am

[intro]
hi, i’m bob newport, and
i’ll be sneaking in the backyards with these cameras
let me see some of the real n~ggas from the real neighbourhoods

[verse 1: lil’ flea]
coming from the city where the n~ggas go for broke
ain’t no telling when i put that trunkers to your book
h~town taking over real as b~tch and you can’t stand it
purpose to his chest and now a b~tch is about to panic
put it between his eyes and make the n~gga catch his breath
put it to his mind, so we can only think of death
like we said street military pimp the hoes, cause we rough n~ggas
he got a dеath wish, he tried to pull this n~gga river
no punk, am i? timе up, you’re a due date
i seen this at first, as he riddle with this trey ave
i’ve doubt the punky, the pop the pump trick
he died with a hard d~ck, homicidal weed spliff
them n~ggas i k!ll, suck my d~ck, i don’t give a f~ck
so you can get caught and get f~cked with that ass up
the city of thieves, hookers, hustlers, jackers and murderers
houston hard head kick door burglar
n~ggas are my motherf~ckin’ lunatic, scars from a crucifix
pun of beast, so you can suck a gritty d~ck
play me like a b~tch, ain’t no fool can check mine
put him in the ground like the scenes of a fact time
a rebel, a renegade, a lewd dog with a big bark
can’t be seen in the light of shay, reset like a man of dark
mo posse didn’t know what’s up, so what you wanna start, daaamn
that’s the type of n~gga i am
[skit 1]
got it, got it goin’
d~mn, who the h~ll was that guy?
and he got it on black~ass, rough~ass guy
sh~t, he k!lled someone, uh
what would you do?

[verse 2: pharoah]
every morning i wake up, i start my day off wronger
find up the herb before i even put my clothes on
hittin’ the cold 40 before i even wash my face
but i can do these type of things, fool, i’m number ace
f~ckin’ n~ggas, gas this sh~t, back and laugh
if the b~tch is pregnant, i’ma still bust that ass
cause pregnant p~ssy is the best you can get
f~ckin’ a b~tch while her baby suck your d~ck
your mama is a hoe if this sl~t smoke crack
dumb b~tch takin’ hits, can’t even get her money back
you got a sweet daughter, that’s the one i wanna f~ck
now handle her last hit, so i can go and get this nut
once i hit that ass, slide my d~ck in her cheeks
then her p~ssy bust it thick, suckin’ ass up, be a freak
you don’t like it, call the law, f~ck you, hoe, i don’t give a d~mn
my criminal record show ~ that’s the type of n~gga

[skit 2]
godd~mn, godd~mn
who the h~ll was that godd~mn crazy ass guy
excuse me, sir
no, b~tch, my name’s flea, motherf~cka
ouch~ouch~ouch, oh my goodness, it’s coldest playa
[verse 3: icy hott]
street military ain’t no weak motherf~ckers
i pull out a pump and start poppin’ motherf~ckers
n~ggas end up in the dump, ass~ignited motherf~cker
to come and f~ck around with a real motherf~cker
because the n~ggas in h~town, ain’t no f~ckin’ punk
we could’ve to f~ck around and got your kidneys, all your real stuff
just like sprayin’ on them crackers, leavin’ stretchers to pack em
pockets turned inside out, layin’ broke cause we jacked em
word got out, that’s a warrant for my arrest
the high~speed chase ended after the starting with gate in my chest
i put myself out this car, moving slow
crawling slow towards the bushes with glass in my elbow
i should have started shooting instead of speeding, f~ck it
should i give up or die from internal bleeding?
the ruckus pulled my car off the pole
where in the f~ck is the n~gga? all i see is three dead yellow hoes
the lawman said the criminal must have gotten thrown from it
leaning on his car, feeling sick, i think he’s my performance
i think like i was dead on the scene when i slammed
jumped out the meat wagon when i got caught in this traffic jam
knocked an old lady down, f~ck excuse me, ma’am
you fail to realize that’s the type of n~gga i am

[skit 3]
sh~t n~gga, sh~t n~gga, sh~t n~gga
sh~t~sh~t, n~gga… sh~t, n~gga!
sh~t!
[verse 4: k.b. da kidnappa]
k.b. da kidnappa ~ cops arresting me because of look
i’m bout to turn that blue uniform into a hoe suit
i’m not triple 0~7, but i shoot to k!ll
slap your ass with negro and actually how we feel
but really you don’t know about that
negro ain’t no motherf~cking punk makin’ n~ggas catch you heart attack
never know a kid, never has it
when i was a baby, i was abandoned left
daddy doing a basket wrapped in plastic, no one heard me scream
the house was abandoned, so i lived like a dope fiend
livin’ life on the streets, say could you wonder?
no place to eat, no place to sleep, so i did it in a dumpster
godd~mn, i can’t live like a fiend
the only time i was rich was in my f~ckin’ dreams
i gotta escape, i gotta escape
i gotta get me a gun and take another bombs play
i’m tired of livin’ like a hobo
so i broke into a p~wn shop and stole me a negro
livin’ every n~gga in sight, unhappy
break into a home and kidnap a whole family
i seen this old lady in the projects
four~speed clothes lined and with a brick and broke her f~ckin’ neck
she was crippled, but i didn’t give a d~mn
cause that’s the type of n~gga i am

[outro]
sh~t, goooodaamn
haven’t it motherf~cking kidnapper…

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