Lyrics:
tryin' to take food out my mouth
(Fo' real tho') It seems like the more money I make
(Fo' real tho') The more drama y'all try to create
(Fo' real
mobbin'
Standin' on the west side with Chairman Fred Hampton
'Bout to catch a red-eye back to my bed in a mansion, yeah
When did hip-hop turn into hip
Do you love me?
Don Billiono
You say you got love for a nigga,
Is it real?
Would you grind with your nigga,
move pies for your nigga is it
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
hard times
The only real difference in yours and mine
Is my winning streak's backed up with four top fives
Two laps on the field
Still consider that
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
to give
You drained my heart of all its love with every sweet caress
I keep saying o'er and o'er I don't love you anymore
Trouble is I don't love you any
a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone,
a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone,
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
Real product
Bout to link with Shotta down in London
We spot rushers the way my luck work
God love us
On the low from under covers they won't stop
a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way
a lawyer. (Lawyer)
- My real woman is so strong.
- She fit make a man go crazy.
- She fit be an entertainer.
- She fit pilot a plane take you any place you
my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
by come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
Tell me you love me and show me it's real
Tell me you love me and show me it's real
For real
For real
Yeah
Tell me you love me and show me it's real
figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I
figure that your team can affect my cream?)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast, spread love niggas (I
the grip
Bitch getting hit, she love the fit
Back to crib, do it legit
We Just Sum Kidz, my ops is mid
All my partners they cool and legit, but some of 'em
Labels said, "Dawg is a star, Rin Tin Tin"
Me and my AR been friends
And we never even had an argument
A friend like that hard to get
I got enough street
hard, I need a woman that rolls by God
And the only man she loves is Todd
But will you be around when the raindrops fallin'
Or could it be you never
bills (nah)
This life is real, you don't know 'bout the field (real)
My man got life, I told him chill and just try to appeal (appeal it)
They think
god got him fuck you guys/
I was taught by my O/ to only keep her if she wholesome/ we toast to the victories
we really feeling chosen/ I stayed
somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back
I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me
Chicks is heated then I give my
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