Lyrics:
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's
Verse Three
Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal
prolly want to ban me
'Cause I say the shit that others won't, prolly can't stand me (uh)
Like the rappers claim to hate me, but they stan me
I said
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
Claim that they real, but they know they some cappers
I take a trapper and I make 'em go platinum
Fuck makin' excuses, I'm makin' it happen
I put that
they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your
Your father and my father “they” are bound by tradition...we are not bound by those traditions...
Hymn Naswaáree: What does that mean? Logically
they took the nigga who put you on game
CTC three, five that's the only side I claim
When they took my little cousin man this shit done broke ma heart
That's real
People act a different way with me
I feel don't nobody wanna play with me
And that's ill cause they treat me like a stain on their
runs deep
My care runs deep
So if you're hurt please do come by
I aim bulls eye
I hit bulls eye
But all of this must just go by
Off world
Off world
Off
out they want a handout
I was down bad they ain't put a hand out
Drowning in the deep end the reaper reaping
Tired of being on the fence playing defense
I watch broke niggas claiming they goat
They goat
Hear hoe niggas talk about hoes
Talk about the hoes
Funny how you claim real
You ain't real nigga
Getting by in the end and ended up deep in debt
Working our asses off for degrees that won't reap a cent
Yeah that'll leave a dent, when you're two faced
Maybe it's the money
Or maybe the problems
But everytime I get
The bag it's a problem
Them niggas here Claim
They want smoke we react
Then hear crickets
you claim you love someone when you don't know the real meanin'?
You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us
I guess that ring
Verse 1
And If tomorrow never comes
Lemme start from the beginning
For a chance you understand me by the ending
See My momma momma died young
So
of the few of the real niggas left
Three of the few of the real niggas left
We three of the few of the real niggas left
We three of the few of the real niggas
claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
[Trife Da God]
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore, you know
Chorus (Nowayy)
Trynna beat the odds
Niggas claim they real they mirage
I been ridin solo when I ride
I been moving cautious
I been navigating
the way
Either way, I'm here to stay, might as well clear the way
I spit the real, touch your soul, may cause a tear to spray
They disrespect the game
stick
This is going to be a night you'll never forget
Girl let me get some of that wet wet
Boy come in get some of this wet wet
Do ya like it real deep in
Stand for something or you'll fall for anything
A peasant mind will never understand a king
I'm so misrepresented by bitches that claim real they souls
Lost Iris, I died, Nuski died, feel like I died again
Fresh out, the feds came talk to you, they gon' try to tie me in
I'ma put my money inside this
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