Lyrics:
ave frenz like
me.....and they wont be there just for your fame
and no more attacks on me
and vicious acts of heat cuz it really hurts
will the real
could I fall out with my homie
Shawty you know me
Secrets we both keep
Frenz or Luvaz
What it's gone be
Frenz or Luvaz
What it's gone be
Frenz or Luvaz
yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real
the studio just tryna get to you, baby
You need a real nigga don't it
who gon' hit it 'till the morning
I'ma put the mic up to your mouth, I need some
Yeah we back on the grind
This year been a pain, for real
But we makin' it out alive, and on top
Detox, baby in the studio with Dre!
That bitch
thought tonight would be a fine time
For you and I to get together
And clap your hand like this
One, two, three, four
Have a real good time, have
R&B moves
But I can call Trey, you in an R&B mood?
And get him to the studio
Like "wassup this Fab
Got a bad bitch with me and she up for grabs"
I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you, baby
But this song so fucking dope, girl, it's hard not for me to blaze it
To tell
bout loyalty, Jah Jah open doors for mi
Mi bredda dem, dem a wull it dung fi mi (Hey)
Clear the way a bay positivity, naw focus pon negativity
Dem a try
the studio
Snap snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun!
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you
and ain't sold no blow
Nigga you's a studio hustler
You know you dead ass broke, and ain't got no dough
Winter time, I got the white bricks and they for
the studio
Snap snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun!
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you
wha-)
(Man, quit playing with me, man)
(No, for real, don't play like that)
(Are you, are you serious?)
(How you know?)
(Put that on everything)
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come
We'd play his records, dance real slow
I guess
That I'm missing you
I know it's out of the blue
I haven't thought of you for more than weeks
Now
Threw It
I Need a Studio Phone
Cause I Can't Take No Sessions
cnd My Side Ting Took My Phone
Only My Main on My Main
cnd I Eat Her for Desert
Nasty
insurance called faith
And the drive to make it
Youll reach a place called success (can u hear me?)
This one is for the ghetto youths dem
Man a ghetto
(ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologized a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real
Never meant to make
Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (for real, for real)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that
i'm for real! Hey, you seen my uncle today?
Yeah, he over there talking to Pedro about some money he owes him
Aight, call him for me
Terrel! Chuck
Intro
Oh oh
Oh yeah
Her impression
Chorus
She don't want to be social no longer
She need a real man to be her ultimate lover
She don't want to be
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing
never put them straps down
We ain't underground no more
We on the map now (yeah)
Came from the studio
Straight back to the traphouse
We came for takin'
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