Lyrics Gangsta Pat – That Type

That Type Lyrics – Gangsta Pat

Singer: Gangsta Pat
Title: That Type

Back on the attack and i’m coming like a ra-ging bull
Muthaf#ckas ducking when i pull that gau-ge
n#gg#s be tripping so imma trip with ’em and hit ’em with my nine and if they get outta line, you know i gotta get ’em
f#cking n#gg#s up, bucking n#gg#s down

Beating them bad and giving them the worst, whooping they ever had
I ain’t no muthaf#cking busta, you must’ve forgot who i was, n#gg#, now you remember so you think that you can chill
But you betta get yo #ss outta dodge
Before i pop them buckshots, put you outta love, drop

Dead in the street, cause i’m a killa-type #ss n#gg#
Bigger than a whale and i’m giving muthaf#ckas hell
Knocking them out the box, and into a coma, slide home, get that nine and commit anotha homicide
Looking for money like a gold digger

I don’t give a f#ck about a damn thing
Cause i’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#

I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
Now i’m the kind of n#gg# that you don’t wanna f#ck with
Violate, and i’ll bet you money you get bucked, b#tch!

You and your crew ain’t sh#t to me, you know you can’t get with me
Cause imma muthaf#cka that don’t get to be
Played and b#llsh#tted with, that’s how n#gg#s get
Killed and shot up over sh#t that shouldn’t be brought up

But that’s how it is in the hood, it ain’t gon’ change
I’m still, shooting muthaf#ckas at point-blank range
So run up, so i can gun up
Because i’m a rough, muthaf#cka, you’re dead, now i’m running from the law

That’s how i’m stepping when i got this weapon stuck in yo face
“drop it all off, or imma bust yo #ss with a sawed-off!”
So don’t be a fool and try to play hard
Cause you’re as soft as a paper towel floating in the nile

That’s why i’m giving suckas head with lead, pulling triggas
Don’t ask why, it’s do or die, b#tch
Cause i’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#

I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
I take care of mine

Any way you’re coming, bring it on
Cause i be bucking n#gg#s down with that .357 chrome
One little, two little, three dead bodies found
They violated, god damn right, a n#gg# shot ’em down

Cause i don’t be playing when i’m spraying n#gg#s up
Get out of line, don’t even waste your time if it’s up
b#llsh#tting, but i’m getting respect
When i pull out that nine, and i’m full

Spitting rhymes breaking n#gg#s down
The heart, we’re never getting even
Cause i’m going out in the art way
And suckas don’t understand, so i remain a threat to the neighborhood

A n#gg# that’s taking what he want and never gave a good
D, cause i make n#gg#s bleed and spit up, blood
And if you a busta, then i suggest you shut yo sh#t up
Playing me small when you knowing that i’m bigger

So step off when i start swinging
Cause i’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#

I’m that type of n#gg#
I’m that type of n#gg#
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