Kind Of n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Mozzy & Shakur]
Yeah, Grimey 90's still the mob n*gga
Talkin' 'bout it, Shakur, what it is homie?
What the f*ck's up?
You know we finna f*ck sh*t up, uh-huh
Gangland, OH Tino, what the f*ck's up?
Poetic justice
Tell me what kind of n*gga is you?

[Verse 1: Shakur]
Man these n*ggas like December, they be chillin' for real
I'ma slider, with the screwdriver, pull a driller for real
'Bout that cash, gang gon' spazz to protect the check
They'll f*ck you over with this magnum like protected sex
I never underestimate the opp, we neck and neck
I'm in demand, I don't dance, I one-two step with the pack
n*ggas be mad without a bag, like b*tch you sad grieving
I'm the type of n*gga where every month it's a trap season
I break 'em down and serve 'em all to nephew and nieces
Last summer I made thirty bands off of crack pieces
If looks could kill a boy I'll be dead now
But looks could turn a n*gga state or turn him fed bound
And let a n*gga snatch my chain, I see red now
Sick them dogs, buy me on your top, that's a headbound
I inspire the real, and we hired for kill
I'm in the field, these n*ggas don't want no smoke like a fire drill
[Chorus: Shakur]
Tell me what kind of n*gga is you?
I done seen 'em short, I done seen 'em tall
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall
I done seen 'em pus*y, I done seen 'em dog
I done seen 'em polished, I done seen 'em flawed
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?
We gon' separate the fake from the truth
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
The yeek on me, the streets know me for being active
Gangland landlord, my jurisdiction brackin'
They know what's happenin', ain't no lackin', n*gga try and live
Attemped murder ain't no murder, baby try again
I'm slidin' Benz, F&N inside the L, tuck it
The Elroys take me in, post my bail for me
They threw an M in my account, that sh*t felt lovely
She know I'm rich and with the sh*t, that's why she fell for me
I fell off and doubled back like it was nothin' major
The homies hatin', it ain't nathan, that sh*t come with paper
Since you a gangster, why it's never one inside the chamber?
They pulled the plug on lil bruh, I owe that boy a favor
I'm like the man in my city, keep the killers fed
Them neck shots and head shots will paint the ceiling red
Pull up on his mama house while n*ggas still in bed
I put you on when you was broke, you n*ggas still in debt
[Chorus: Shakur]
Tell me what kind of n*gga is you?
I done seen 'em short, I done seen 'em tall
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall
I done seen 'em pus*y, I done seen 'em dog
I done seen 'em polished, I done seen 'em flawed
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?
We gon' separate the fake from the truth
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?

[Verse 3: Shakur]
Now we gon' keep this sh*t kosher
I made my life pleasant, I ain't a peasant, but I hang with the vultures
You gotta soak up everything that the gang taught you
I'm that type of n*gga who ain't tryna argue
And if I gotta up this b*tch then I'ma spark you
f*ckin' with the wrong b*tch, get your motherf*ckin' heart chewed
School of hard knocks will make a n*gga learn you
Like an irritating rash, I'm itching to burn you
Ain't turning down, no turn-arounds, I'm itchin' to turn you
When it get dark n*ggas scatter like they obeying curfew
I just put this di*k up in her and I ain't give her nothing
You beefing 'bout a b*tch then you a tender chicken nugget
Pockets gang banging, sockets full of cousins
So much envy in these n*ggas, you either hate it or love it
Like f*ck it, I inspire the real, and we hired for kill
I'm in the field, these n*ggas don't want no smoke like a fire drill
[Chorus: Shakur]
Tell me what kind of n*gga is you?
I done seen 'em short, I done seen 'em tall
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall
I done seen 'em pus*y, I done seen 'em dog
I done seen 'em polished, I done seen 'em flawed
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?
We gon' separate the fake from the truth
Regardless of 'em all, what kind of n*gga is you?