Still That n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gunshots rain from a drop-top tray
Hit my little partner in his chest and there he lay
I never held a hand of a dead man never
And took a tragic death to bring the family together
So now we have to get the motherf*cker and his friends
'Cause n*ggas in my family are all about revenge
It's all about respect, retaliation on the villain
The minute I spot the n*gga close your eyes 'cause I'ma kill him
Nobody said a word everybody grab their strap
And headed for the property to peel these n*ggas caps
We roll for an hour before we caught up with the b*tch
Turning down my music, I started c*cking up my sh*t
Hydraulics fully juiced, so my sh*t was riding hot
Peeped along the side and laid the shot through the driver's side
Swerving to the left, I figured he was hurt
Put my sh*t is neutral drop my 'draulics in the dirt
Creeped back around in the dirt riding forward
Let my partners out so they can get up with his dogs
Making sure that everybody's heads roll with this
Before we charge the pistol we rock them clean of all the fingerprints
n*ggas think the rap game changed my name it's still the same
And the fact remains motherf*cker

[Hook]
I'm still that n*gga
I'm still that n*gga
n*gga
I'm still that n*gga
[Verse 2]
I heard somebody pull a jack at Mickey D's
f*cked him out his paper, f*cked him out his 2 keys
School motherf*cker set him up for the jack
Out of 36 ounces, he may have got a quarter back
Risking his f*cking life, let alone getting time
The going time for dimes they offer n*ggas close to 99
Might as well accept it, stuck n*gga you stuck
n*gga seem to make a habit outta getting people f*cked
I just can't understand it, n*ggas getting took for
Every f*cking quarter that they ever f*cking worked for
A bad moon's arising and everyone's upset
He came up short on his hands and now he's vexed
He owes a bunch of money and n*ggas want their sh*t
Ain't nothing left to do but go for broke in this b*tch
You're Tony Montana, you don't give a f*ck bro
Spotted that n*gga, rolling thick so you stuck yo
Nose in his business and met up with the chrome trigger
Holler at the motherf*cker gravedigger b*tch

[Hook]
'Cause I'm that n*gga
(Damn that sh*t smooth huh)
n*gga
(That's some of that, that's some of that that face beating down that block you know what I'm saying
Hey yo sh*t sound like it's here)
n*gga
[Verse 3]
Click click bang bang lay it down you're dead
'Cause n*ggas were never able to take to the head
It's hard to explain how it is when it's on
But rule number 1 is get your sh*t and get it going
Shooting up the enemy, making n*ggas hate ya
Straight shot haters, motherf*ckers came to break ya
n*ggas I thought you knew I cut that ass up like a butcher
And only have you seen me fires is where I put ya
I used to pack a pistol, but Uzis do it better though
1993 [?] comin' Federal
f*ck it if I fall then I fall with my head hot
Living for my family once I see my partner toast died
Let a n*gga know that they be playing this sh*t for real
And living in the 90s you either kill or either get killed
Somebody said there ain't no love and I can see it
So if there's gonna be war then bring it on because I'm heated
These n*ggas fighting fire with fire so bring your hardhat
AK-47 to your face now where your card at
Hoes usually got em, it ain't no doubt just pull it out
Better yet relax yourself motherf*ckers 'cause I'ma blow it out
After 1 or 2 reps your sh*t sounds tired b*tch
I'm on my sixth album and still kickin the fire sh*t
205 and I'm steady getting big
You better ask somebody you stupid b*tch
[Outro]
'Cause I'm that n*gga
(Hey, yeah)
I'm that n*gga
(You ain't know? Mike D you ain't know?)
Still that n*gga