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bitch off the shelf
Trust not fake
Only real ones could tell
I get Pape
You can tell by my smell
I go ape
I could boom him to hell
I got faith
Take my

My lil ghetto thang ooh, no, no, no
It's vedo baby

I need that classy
Pop off when she get mad at me
I like 'em a lil' sassy
Real nasty but that's

ballin'
Eight times out of ten
This shit I'm sayin' is really real
Went so hard last year
My label gave me twenty Ms
I'm cool with that, you shoot at me
I'm

look back tell him we gat a lot to share (we gat lot to Share)
Ama gee all by myself I don't need no friends
This shit ain't for kids, this shit ain't

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line

bigger than-
Me
Step on all these lil niggas who bigger than me
Yeah
Aye
(Yeah)
Talk your shit
Go head talk your shit (talk your shit)
(Yeah)
Talk your

sobered up, I'm payin' attention
Shit on my name, gave me a blemish
Her mother done turned my lil' ones against me
Bought her a truck when I was away,

Richmond California, nah mean?
This been a journey mane, we been trekking through this shit bruh
Been through the mud with this shit bruh
I put my real life

Sick of materialistic shit
And that egotistic bitch
It's all so
Sophisticated
And it's driving me
So crazy
I can't tell what's real no mo
Hand in

The Mastas

Freddie Foxxx

R.N.S.

2000

what I shall be tomorrow...
This shit is way out of control... 
So you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."

sendin' the blitz
He want 'em dead? he gone by six
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
Straight up out of that

She was a bad lil' bitch, had to take her from her dad real quick
Lil' bitch, real shit I had to take her from her
I admit it when I told you I love you

close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggas ballin' to let these bitch niggas beat me
Black, you's

the racks come in i get more icy, racks kicked in
Lil' baby don’t know i always keep it personal, everyday we ball
Let me taste that shit, yeah yeah yeah

in the door
Man that’s all she wrote
When the feds kick in the door
Man that’s all she wrote

Lil Blood keep it real like
Boosie nigga blood trill

miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess

so peacefully

This shit is real
This shit is getting real baby
Open your eyes
Not two but all tree baby
This shit is real
This shit is getting wicked

she on real shit, uh, uh, uh (Shkurr, -urr)
I'ma ghost that lil' boy 'cause she talking shit (Uh)
Middle finger to that broke ahh boy, he ain't on some

Boy, uh, uh
Sick shit, straight up
Fuckin' for real? (Hit-Boy)
Boy, boy (Trap Adix)

Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (woo)
I went

Made a hustler by force hell yeah all of us balling
I love money like to hoard
Pussy niggas I extort
We get money in all sorts
When we do shit we don't

go dumb with the throat
She real wet in the body
Take a adderall she take a Molly
Now she ridin my dick like a Charli (woah)
She a gangsta lil bih' but

they
Want me die on 'em, mm
(Hm hm hm-mm)

I gotta spaz on 'em real quick
I gotta spaz on 'em, yeah yeah
Lil' bro got that Tec on 'em, yeah yeah
I put

it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now lil' scroll down that cement, that path was already

Big body ridin round
Dodgin potholes

Niggas tryna watch my chips
These is nachos

Real bag on me nigga
This do not fold 

Designer jeans on my bitch