Lyrics:
sittin on ya ass (Ya Hurr)
Im on some real shit
Know niggas on nut shit
Pull up & pluck shit
Be all on fuck shit
Some of em Im stuck wit (Aye)
A put
Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man
Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It`s
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
Yea?????
Nowhere to go?No place to go...
I?m real screwed up, my eyes are sore from smoking all that shit?
No place to go?
Bottomless heart, so big
to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K
Send MC's to me in squads of three say
Rockness Monsta, is he for real, it can't be
See him in action as he transform, that
Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose
Nigga make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider
Original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks
Titanic
You Atlantic
I'm pacific
Tongue go click click
Chasing big bricks
While I flick clicks
She sucks
I'm the first pick
Slick skinny real prick
I'm
no need to dig in that dirt
Screwed Up Click, til it hurt
For The Slab til that hearse
Shit could be worse
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
Pass by the crowd, music real loud
(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)
Then I do it real good, diamonds
with a mafia (Huh)
Look you don't know shit about UGK
Or Mr. Fat Pat and Grey Screw tapes
I rep the Screwed Up Click peep the watch I'm wearin'
I'm
Tah, you already know Big L
The whole click yo
My name Cassidy, I'm on the heezy man
I get so slick and greezy man
All my strips pop like a greasy pan
freaky Tah, you already know Big L
The whole click yo
My name Cassidy, I'm on the heezy man
I get so slick and greezy man
All my strips pop like a greasy
Over the trees, over the fences, through the sky,
'cross the clouds, on the roof, click-clack-click, real quick!
('cause here comes jolly old Saint
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
like me, stay real and always stay lit
Two punanies five tsunamis, Join Illuminati
Runaway call the cops before I kill somebody
Next day caught a case
see we up quicker
Got a click, only robbing niggas touting guns
And grand theft broken down in my other songs
Big ballin' ain't a motherfucking thing
and my click now
Told her chill, back up off me, i'm the shit now
Now you call me, but I ain't the one to miss now
The world don't deserve a real nigga
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangstaz
at,
it's a real deal bitch, the real
inside the coupe
I stay with that big pack, my stick click clack
Cupid spraying me and you
I'm steady counting dollars, all my bills are blue
Ripped up
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
can't go to sleep
I know im a star go by you a scope
I slide n serve watch me putting work
I slide n sulf slide up on your bitch
I slide that work pull
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