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street military - type of n-g-a i am كلمات أغنية

[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…

- street military

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