n*ggas Like Me lyrics

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(gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t, n*ggas like me into gangsta sh*t)

[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
n*ggas like me make the world go 'round
Beats by the pound is them n*ggas droppin' platnum sounds
n*ggas like me roll wit extra clips
Cuz n*ggas like me be in some gangsta sh*t x2

n*ggas like me quick to pop that steel
Because n*ggas like me, haters trying to kill
And uh, n*ggas like me used to slang birdies
Before n*ggas like me was into R-A-P
You see n*ggas like me ball wit nuthin but thugs
30 deep, strapped muggin, in the back of the club
It be n*ggas like me posted up in the cut
Ready to lite this sh*t up cuz I dont give a f*ck
n*ggas like me role wit Master P
And that red ass gangsta Mr. B-O-Z
n*ggas like me from the west to south
n*ggas like the M-O-B and Mystikal

Chorus x2
[Mystikal]
Muthaf*cker better hump in your back
Clock the Glock, hold up the buzz, tear up the club
Make these weak ass n*ggas know the f*ck you at
When they see you wit yo beer banana
n*gga you skipped the line, you get yo shine
Make yo money don't play no time
Yo hoe big fine, torture line
Them n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga that holds his own
That typa n*ggas 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, f*ck ya'll, steady mobb'n
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus x2

[Billy Bavgate]
n*ggas like me got you smokin' dat weed
Sellin' dat D, north south west to tha east
They say, a n*gga 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 n*ggas bury me
Bury me real in the pine box
Put me next to moms and pops
One love to the n*ggas dumpin shots at cops
For the crooked sh*t they do man it's got to stop
And they say, a n*gga 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 sh*t
Steady Mobb'n, we into gangsta sh*t
Silkk The Shocker, he into gangsta sh*t
C-Murder, you into gangsta sh*t
And the Colonel Master P into gangsta sh*t
Big Boz, he into gangsta sh*t
N-O L-I-M-I-T into gangsta sh*t
Yeah, Beats By The Pound
Puttin it down
You other producers back up and put them drumsticks down
Craig B, O'Dell, that n*gga KL
Mo D, and beats by Los
Don't even play these n*ggas close