Lyrics:
Trey, talk to these niggas real quick (Talk to 'em, nigga)
Look at my clothes, no limited drip (Grrah, grrah)
Fuck 12, we be driftin' and shit (Skrt,
bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real playa, if you play it wrong, you can't keep
and a sword, in fact
I'm already at war
You know I got a perfect score
But I'ma stomp on you some more
You'll be dead, body in the morgue
Talkin' to the Lord
You
it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
Don't be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally
lives homey,
I ain't dead
I came to party, I came to party
Hands up girl give me that body
I can tell you want somethin' from me,
'cause everything
always in somethin, an I ain't even frontin, for my gangsta niggaz I
be blowin up, an all my gangsta real niggaz throw it up, 'cause see, ain't
no lie
was forced to be a fugitive
A shorty outta Shaolin Isle with somethin new to give
You want to hear it? It goes a little somethin like this
HA! Lil' Mizz P on the track, MEP, Spot Smashin' ya know
I'm back (HAHA)
This some real Oakland shit right here man...Check it
Man I love my city
A countdown to break
Artificial condition known as life
Weakness will reveal with the inability to determine what's real
What's real!
Control must be
If you you see thunda
From a gun this is somethin' that'll get the heat on ya
When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no
saw her face
Cause 2B honest you the only female that I want by my side while I’m getting this cake
She a real bad thing
She got real wild ways
She so
War time, and that’s how it is
It’s a war crime to live how I live
It’s a war now, and that’s just the real
Throughout this chaos, may God stay by
they say we play rough
Niggas try to play us, now they keep the fangs tucked
Real talk, outline the body in real chalk
Look at these rappers I killed off
to the mic in the booth
I got bodies in the closet man this one is the proof
Jeffelump, Frank G, Reflecshaun be the truth
The Chico Hillside Strangler
When I asked nggas for help
They all ignored me
Now I got my city, they wanna be on me
I ain't really for the
Bullshit they be talking
Haters on my body
called a gift
Can really fuck you up
I was trying to be on time
But I guess the clock had died
Cuz by the time that I was ready
Had to put the shit
You know what we do at six thirty
You know how I like it real early
Six thirty
Serious love don't be so hard to reach
I need your love love love by me
I
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
Yo, this is somethin new by
Notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KMG
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin
clown
Get smacked down
By the fucking 4-pound
In your dome
Hit you with the nick-plate chrome
Queensbridge that's my motherfucking home
Off the top
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
got me grooving
In this life there's winners and losers
You'd be right to say that I'm picking and choosin'
She got me movin'
Her body fits mine
Now
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
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