Lyrics:
recognize real, fake niggas kill
A lot of fake niggas not too many ones real
Gotta pop a pill nigga just to stay awake
I come from the era, VHS
DVDs, CDs,
Gas got me outer space feeling like I'm ET
Tryna take a trip somewhere out to DC
Ima play the lil bih just like a dvd
Diamonds on my neck hitting
I said your life's a cartoon
[Shock G]
You woke up, threw on a striped yellow tie
Threw down a cup of coffee, kissed the wifey goodbye
Leave
Pop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I'm 'bout to double up
And you know I'm 'bout
streets
But when will it end? I don't think it ever will
Gang signs turn to prayer hands for appeal
I swear it's so real
Life's so deep
A lot of mums
Money get down, whoa now fo' life
We repping this H Town, feel me now
CEO of Pay Time, and I gotta hold it down
Staying on my grind, I want mine baby
rap shit for life
P that's my Co-D
We go back like staircases and O.E.
Stop playing
If you live nigga then you bussin' your hammer
All my real
up
Keep layin' down wakin' up,
And thankin' the Lord
And 'fore you know it they gonna open the doors
True story, just prepare yourself for it,
If
on the block making money
I seen that nigga 2 days before they got me
For real?
With a bitch in 4 door Caddy
How she look? 5’3 with a hella mean body
And she has
I'm a real nigga
So I got real nigga problems
I was down so bad so broke couldn't even go eat at McDonald's
Used to wait for check to clear now I
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
they gone go
Them killers knocking at your door
We spin the block then spin some more
Now it's a tag on your toe
This three five I stuff it in this wood
Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I
Knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma, I'ma
and flying off as vultures, and a universe beyond, innocent of the real air of death that awaited down the path.
At the very end of 2002 I took the Microphones
I cut the beat, the best things come in three
I master locks and my dick is the key
I just want honey but who do you be
Marni on Marni on Marni
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
he's chillin with the opps
Been there done that then got clocked
Licked down doors these niggas don't knock
Shordy seh mi yɛ akɔla bone
Akɔla bone di
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
to see
Niggas pussy won't see me with me
Niggas got beef they can leave it to me
My niggas shoot shit no DVD
No TNT we ain't shooting scenes
3 shots 2
a dime piece, I would sex her for real
Ghost head like Ray Stantz in the Ectomobile
Yeah when we hook up it's the most tantric
Slowing down time I'm
I gotta street lesson
Watch what you be repping
Especially when you be really pretending
Issa lotta real life G's resenting
Straight real talk when
3 doors down from the enemy
A symphony of 10 toes down niggas ready as they’ll ever be
Hanging with the bottom of the bottom
Everybody bottle what’s
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