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(What up, nigga?)\nYou got live motherfuckers in the house (No doubt, no doubt)\nHolding it down for my homie (For your homies, nigga)\nYeah (Put it on)\n\nThe type of individual that seek out ways to stack mad figures\n\n(My kind of nigga)\nThe type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigger\n\n(My kind of nigga)\nAnd when you scheme, he ready to move much more quicker\n\n(My kind of nigga)\nSo when you flip and he slip the clip in, then he rely on the trigger\n\n(My kind of nigga)\n\nLet me just hit you off (Hit 'em)\nWith your rim, my steel sing like opera\n\nAnd open your fucking head like a doctor (Do what you got to)\nHolding it down for (New York City)\nWe'll blow back your whole rap committee\nMy squad nine make you wanna be hard rock smoother\nAnd move ya with itchy trigger finger maneuvers\n(You best get your steel) For these B-ville sluggers\n'Cause gun shells really tell who shot motherfuckers\nYou gon' need protection when flexing\nWord to mother, I'm the reflection of my deceased brother\n\nFlows are metamorphosed, keeping your hoes ripping off clothes\nSmoking you soft hoes with or without a .44\n(Hard cold as the North Pole)\nAnd I be banging 'em and taming 'em\nCracking your cranium, it's Lil' Fame and I'm (Back)\nThe ill steel hitters (Firing Squad firing hard)\nMy kind of niggas\n\nThe type of individuals that smoke trees and pour mad liquor\n(My kind of nigga)\n\nThe type to tighten up your whole mouthpiece if your talk gets slicker\n(My kind of nigga)\n\nGet your crew, bring them niggas through, my steel thicker\n(My kind of nigga)\n\nSee, we appeal to those that real 'cause we see the big picture\n(My kind of nigga)\n\nI'm fucking with those East Coast niggas packing that blue steel\nThat love they shorties rugged with they eyes and hair real\nBig up to Brownsville, big up to Jerz, them niggas love me\nI rise from respect, them niggas know I stay hungry\nFrom the other side of the Hudson water\nA nigga's daughter on some all fucking type order\nCaught a charge pissing bitches off something decent\nNow find me wilding at the 54th Precinct\nI fucks with niggas with braids and with low cuts\n\nNiggas that'll pull a heist and split your front\nPutting plugs in fake thugs hollering street\nI'm devil eye from La and two hours of sleep\n\nBitch niggas walk around like they rugged\nStacks of boom bap and I know you don't want it\nI'm a wild nigga (What?), crack the Heine', twist the Dutch\nMy type of niggas just stay fucked up\n\nThe thug nigga, bugged nigga, quick to sling a slug nigga\nThat's (My kind of nigga)\nThe con artist, never let a nigga bought us\n\nThe hardest, that's (My kind of nigga)\nThe game man, ready to do your thang man\nLove Lil' Fame and you're (My kind of nigga)\nThe stressed cat, heart-blessed cat\nLove your niggas to the death gats (My kind of nigga)\nHere's a nigga that's no joke\nAll-American gunslinger that's dead broke\nThe thug nigga that's stuck on the front line\nChase you through a dog park sparking a nickel nine\n\nNever regret what he did\n\nNigga flip a eight-month sentence to a twelve-year bid\n\nBe presidential in your residential\nShow them niggas what you into, use your potential\nSlang your dope, nigga (Slang your crack)\n(Tune, that's where it at) That's where you get it at, fool\nYour kind of nigga (Love), your kind of nigga (Trust)\nMy kind of nigga is a nigga that's combust\nLand Cruiser, beast, don't believe in\nThem ghetto niggas be squeezing all motherfucking season\nGun-toting motherfuckers, you figure\nThem grimy niggas from the back block, that's my kind of nigga\n\nBlap, blap, blap, blap, blap\nNo doubt, no doubt, what up?\nFiring Squad, you know what I'm saying?\nLil' Fame up in the motherfucking house\nNo doubt, 54th up in here\nThem O.E. niggas, them tree-smoking niggas\nThem Hilfiger niggas, them Polo niggas\nThem Blue Sail niggas, them Newark niggas\n\nJersey niggas, Brownsville niggas, Queens niggas\nBronx, Uptown, Virginia, North Carolina\nThem East Coast niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYo, yo, them my type of niggas\nWord up, out","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.23] We gon' talk about some things\n[00:04.08] We all can relate to\n[00:06.15] Firing Squad up in the motherfucking house\n[00:08.69] What's up? (What up, nigga?)\n[00:11.44] You got live motherfuckers in the house (No doubt, no doubt)\n[00:15.59] Holding it down for my homie (For your homies, nigga)\n[00:18.97] Yeah (Put it on)\n[00:21.48] The type of individual that seek out ways to stack mad figures\n[00:25.98] (My kind of nigga)\n[00:26.90] The type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigger\n[00:31.33] (My kind of nigga)\n[00:32.47] And when you scheme, he ready to move much more quicker\n[00:36.76] (My kind of nigga)\n[00:37.76] So when you flip and he slip the clip in, then he rely on the trigger\n[00:42.11] (My kind of nigga)\n[00:43.14] Let me just hit you off (Hit 'em)\n[00:44.62] With your rim, my steel sing like opera\n[00:46.87] And open your fucking head like a doctor (Do what you got to)\n[00:50.01] Holding it down for (New York City)\n[00:52.25] We'll blow back your whole rap committee\n[00:54.28] My squad nine make you wanna be hard rock smoother\n[00:56.93] And move ya with itchy trigger finger maneuvers\n[00:59.59] (You best get your steel) For these B-ville sluggers\n[01:02.35] 'Cause gun shells really tell who shot motherfuckers\n[01:05.07] You gon' need protection when flexing\n[01:07.21] Word to mother, I'm the reflection of my deceased brother\n[01:10.49] Flows are metamorphosed, keeping your hoes ripping off clothes\n[01:13.47] Smoking you soft hoes with or without a .44\n[01:15.89] (Hard cold as the North Pole)\n[01:17.51] And I be banging 'em and taming 'em\n[01:19.10] Cracking your cranium, it's Lil' Fame and I'm (Back)\n[01:21.92] The ill steel hitters (Firing Squad firing hard)\n[01:25.49] My kind of niggas\n[01:26.36] The type of individuals that smoke trees and pour mad liquor\n[01:30.72] (My kind of nigga)\n[01:31.73] The type to tighten up your whole mouthpiece if your talk gets slicker\n[01:36.15] (My kind of nigga)\n[01:37.20] Get your crew, bring them niggas through, my steel thicker\n[01:41.51] (My kind of nigga)\n[01:42.44] See, we appeal to those that real 'cause we see the big picture\n[01:46.90] (My kind of nigga)\n[01:47.54] I'm fucking with those East Coast niggas packing that blue steel\n[01:50.92] That love they shorties rugged with they eyes and hair real\n[01:53.67] Big up to Brownsville, big up to Jerz, them niggas love me\n[01:56.31] I rise from respect, them niggas know I stay hungry\n[01:59.23] From the other side of the Hudson water\n[02:01.72] A nigga's daughter on some all fucking type order\n[02:04.63] Caught a charge pissing bitches off something decent\n[02:07.31] Now find me wilding at the 54th Precinct\n[02:09.84] I fucks with niggas with braids and with low cuts\n[02:12.69] Niggas that'll pull a heist and split your front\n[02:15.40] Putting plugs in fake thugs hollering street\n[02:17.98] I'm devil eye from La and two hours of sleep\n[02:20.88] Bitch niggas walk around like they rugged\n[02:23.55] Stacks of boom bap and I know you don't want it\n[02:25.94] I'm a wild nigga (What?), crack the Heine', twist the Dutch\n[02:29.00] My type of niggas just stay fucked up\n[02:31.44] The thug nigga, bugged nigga, quick to sling a slug nigga\n[02:35.12] That's (My kind of nigga)\n[02:36.89] The con artist, never let a nigga bought us\n[02:39.65] The hardest, that's (My kind of nigga)\n[02:42.22] The game man, ready to do your thang man\n[02:44.42] Love Lil' Fame and you're (My kind of nigga)\n[02:47.64] The stressed cat, heart-blessed cat\n[02:49.58] Love your niggas to the death gats (My kind of nigga)\n[02:53.54] Here's a nigga that's no joke\n[02:55.98] All-American gunslinger that's dead broke\n[02:58.44] The thug nigga that's stuck on the front line\n[03:01.34] Chase you through a dog park sparking a nickel nine\n[03:04.29] Never regret what he did\n[03:06.09] Nigga flip a eight-month sentence to a twelve-year bid\n[03:09.55] Be presidential in your residential\n[03:11.74] Show them niggas what you into, use your potential\n[03:14.91] Slang your dope, nigga (Slang your crack)\n[03:17.53] (Tune, that's where it at) That's where you get it at, fool\n[03:20.26] Your kind of nigga (Love), your kind of nigga (Trust)\n[03:23.05] My kind of nigga is a nigga that's combust\n[03:25.75] Land Cruiser, beast, don't believe in\n[03:28.00] Them ghetto niggas be squeezing all motherfucking season\n[03:31.36] Gun-toting motherfuckers, you figure\n[03:33.50] Them grimy niggas from the back block, that's my kind of nigga\n[03:37.49] Blap, blap, blap, blap, blap\n[03:38.56] No doubt, no doubt, what up?\n[03:40.68] Firing Squad, you know what I'm saying?\n[03:43.27] Lil' Fame up in the motherfucking house\n[03:45.22] No doubt, 54th up in here\n[03:47.42] Them O.E. niggas, them tree-smoking niggas\n[03:51.27] Them Hilfiger niggas, them Polo niggas\n[03:54.46] Them Blue Sail niggas, them Newark niggas\n[03:57.54] Jersey niggas, Brownsville niggas, Queens niggas\n[04:00.26] Bronx, Uptown, Virginia, North Carolina\n[04:02.71] Them East Coast niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[04:07.06] Yo, yo, 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Get your crew, bring them niggas through, my steel thicker\n  start_ms: 97200\n  end_ms: 101510\n- text: (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 101510\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: See, we appeal to those that real 'cause we see the big picture\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 106900\n- text: (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 106900\n  end_ms: 107540\n- text: I'm fucking with those East Coast niggas packing that blue steel\n  start_ms: 107540\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: That love they shorties rugged with they eyes and hair real\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 113670\n- text: Big up to Brownsville, big up to Jerz, them niggas love me\n  start_ms: 113670\n  end_ms: 116310\n- text: I rise from respect, them niggas know I stay hungry\n  start_ms: 116310\n  end_ms: 119230\n- text: From the other side of the Hudson water\n  start_ms: 119230\n  end_ms: 121720\n- text: A nigga's daughter on some all fucking type order\n  start_ms: 121720\n  end_ms: 124630\n- text: Caught a charge pissing bitches off 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155120\n- text: That's (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 155120\n  end_ms: 156890\n- text: The con artist, never let a nigga bought us\n  start_ms: 156890\n  end_ms: 159650\n- text: The hardest, that's (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 159650\n  end_ms: 162220\n- text: The game man, ready to do your thang man\n  start_ms: 162220\n  end_ms: 164420\n- text: Love Lil' Fame and you're (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 164420\n  end_ms: 167640\n- text: The stressed cat, heart-blessed cat\n  start_ms: 167640\n  end_ms: 169580\n- text: Love your niggas to the death gats (My kind of nigga)\n  start_ms: 169580\n  end_ms: 173540\n- text: Here's a nigga that's no joke\n  start_ms: 173540\n  end_ms: 175980\n- text: All-American gunslinger that's dead broke\n  start_ms: 175980\n  end_ms: 178440\n- text: The thug nigga that's stuck on the front line\n  start_ms: 178440\n  end_ms: 181340\n- text: Chase you through a dog park sparking a nickel nine\n  start_ms: 181340\n  end_ms: 184290\n- text: Never regret what he did\n  start_ms: 184290\n  end_ms: 186090\n- text: Nigga flip a eight-month sentence to a twelve-year bid\n  start_ms: 186090\n  end_ms: 189550\n- text: Be presidential in your residential\n  start_ms: 189550\n  end_ms: 191740\n- text: Show them niggas what you into, use your potential\n  start_ms: 191740\n  end_ms: 194910\n- text: Slang your dope, nigga (Slang your crack)\n  start_ms: 194910\n  end_ms: 197530\n- text: (Tune, that's where it at) That's where you get it at, fool\n  start_ms: 197530\n  end_ms: 200260\n- text: Your kind of nigga (Love), your kind of nigga (Trust)\n  start_ms: 200260\n  end_ms: 203050\n- text: My kind of nigga is a nigga that's combust\n  start_ms: 203050\n  end_ms: 205750\n- text: Land Cruiser, beast, don't believe in\n  start_ms: 205750\n  end_ms: 208000\n- text: Them ghetto niggas be squeezing all motherfucking season\n  start_ms: 208000\n  end_ms: 211360\n- text: Gun-toting motherfuckers, you figure\n  start_ms: 211360\n  end_ms: 213500\n- text: Them grimy niggas from the back block, that's my kind of nigga\n  start_ms: 213500\n  end_ms: 217490\n- text: Blap, blap, blap, blap, blap\n  start_ms: 217490\n  end_ms: 218560\n- text: No doubt, no doubt, what up?\n  start_ms: 218560\n  end_ms: 220680\n- text: Firing Squad, you know what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 220680\n  end_ms: 223270\n- text: Lil' Fame up in the motherfucking house\n  start_ms: 223270\n  end_ms: 225220\n- text: No doubt, 54th up in here\n  start_ms: 225220\n  end_ms: 227420\n- text: Them O.E. niggas, them tree-smoking niggas\n  start_ms: 227420\n  end_ms: 231270\n- text: Them Hilfiger niggas, them Polo niggas\n  start_ms: 231270\n  end_ms: 234460\n- text: Them Blue Sail niggas, them Newark niggas\n  start_ms: 234460\n  end_ms: 237540\n- text: Jersey niggas, Brownsville niggas, Queens niggas\n  start_ms: 237540\n  end_ms: 240260\n- text: Bronx, Uptown, Virginia, North Carolina\n  start_ms: 240260\n  end_ms: 242710\n- text: Them East Coast niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 242710\n  end_ms: 247060\n- text: Yo, yo, them my type of niggas\n  start_ms: 247060\n  end_ms: 249680\n- text: Word up, out\n  start_ms: 249680\n  end_ms: 258560\nplain: |-\n  We gon' talk about some THINGS. we all can relate to\n  (Firing Squad up in the motherfuckin house) Yeah, whassup?\n  (Whattup nigga? Ha ha!) You got live motherfuckers in the house\n  (No doubt, no doubt) Holdin it down for my homey\n  (The homies nigga) Yeah (Put it on)\n\n  [F] The type of individual that seek out ways to stack mad figures\n  [D] My kinda nigga!\n  [F] The type to shut down the main man just to make his game plan bigga\n  [D] My kinda nigga!\n  [F] And when you scheme, he ready to move, much more quicker\n  [D] My kinda nigga!\n  [F] So when you flip and he slip the clip in then he rely on the trigga\n  [D] My kinda nigga!\n\n  ADVERTISING\n\n  inRead invented by Teads\n\n  Let me just hit you off (HIT 'EM!) with the real\n  My steel sing like opera, and open your fuckin head like a doctor\n  (DO WHATCHA GOT-TA) Holdin it down for (NEW YORK CITY)\n  We'll blow back your whole rap comittee\n  My Squad knock, make you wannabe hardrocks smoother\n  And move ya, with itchy trigger finger maneuvers\n  (You best get your steel) for these B-Ville sluggers\n  Cause gun shells really tell who shot motherfuckers\n  You gon' need protection when flexin, word to mother\n  I'm the reflection of my deceased brother\n  Flows are metamorphosed, keepin you hoes rippin off clothes\n  Smokin you soft hoes with or without a fo'-fo'\n  (HEART COLD AS THE NORTH POLE) And I be bangin 'em and tamin 'em\n  Crackin your cranium is Lil' Fame and them\n  (BLAOW!) The ill steel hitters\n  (FIRING SQUAD, FIRING HARD) My kinda niggas!\n\n  [H] The type of individuals that smoke trees and pour mad liquor\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [H] The type to tighten up your whole mouthpiece if ya talk gets slicka\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [H] Get 'cho crew, bring them niggas through, mines still thicker\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [H] See when you peel, to those that real, cause we see the big picture\n  [D] My kinda nigga!\n\n  I'm fuckin with those East coast niggas packin that (BLUE STEEL)\n  That love they shorties rugged with they eyes and hair real\n  BIG UP to Brownsville, BIG UP to Jerz them niggas love me\n  I rhymes for respect them niggas know I stay hungry\n  From the, other side of the Hudson water\n  A nigga's daughter on some aw (FUCK IT TYPE ORDER)\n  Caught a charge pissin bitches off somethin decent\n  Now find me WILDIN at the 54th precinct\n  I fucks with niggas with braids and with no cuts\n  Niggas that'll pull a heist and split 'cho front\n  Puttin plugs in fake thugs hollerin street\n  I'm devil-eyed from lye and two hours of sleep\n  Bitch niggas walk around like they RUGGED\n  Stacks of boom bap and I know you don't want it\n  I'm a wild nigga (WHAT?) Crack the Heine', twist the dutch\n  My type of niggas just stay fucked up\n\n  [D] The thug nigga, bugged nigga quick to slig a slug nigga; that's\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [D] The con artist, never let a nigga part us, the hardest; that's\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [D] The game man ready to do yo' thang man, love Lil' Fame man; you're\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n  [D] The stress cat hard blessed cat lead yo' niggas to the death that's\n  [M] My kinda nigga!\n\n  Here's a nigga that's no joke\n  All-American gunslinger that's dead broke\n  The thug nigga that's stuck on the frontline\n  (????) parked sparkin a nickel nine\n  Never regret what he did\n  Nigga flip a eight month sentence to a TWELVE YEAR BID\n  Be Presidential in your residential\n  Show them niggas what you into, use your potential\n  Slang yo' dope nigga (SLANG YO' CRACK)\n  Go on! (THAT'S WHERE IT AT!) That's where you get it at fool\n  Yo' kinda nigga (love) yo' kinda nigga (trust)\n  My kinda nigga is the NIGGA THAT'S GON' BUST\n  Landbruiser, beasts don't believe in 'em\n  Ghetto niggas be squeezin all motherfuckin season\n  Gun-totin motherfuckers, you figure\n  Them grimy niggas from the bad block\n  That's my kinda nigga!\n\n  What? No doubt no doubt, whattup?\n  (Firing Squad!) Firing Squad\n  (Heather B up in the motherfuckin house)\n  No doubt, we be up in here\n  Them Olde E niggas, them tree-smokin niggas\n  Them Hilfiger niggas, them Polo niggas\n  Them (?) niggas, them Newark niggas\n  Jersey niggas, Brownsville niggas, Queens niggas\n  Bronx Uptown Virginia North Carolina, them East coast niggas\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, they're my type of niggas\n  Word up, out\n"}]