Lyrics:
Mr
I just hate when Nigga's mouth off
That's when the pistol pop off
Now it's 25 for be real, hit the track up
Pussy don't want paying fuck it
I
you with it, you done
I'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I
couldn't do
Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
So if you're lookin' for some real G's
Let me show you where my niggas at (Where my niggas at?)
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
She want top floor boss thats me
Deeper than rap I just put it on a beat
Real hoodrich you can tell by my feet
Talk out your neck get shot in your
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
hearing about the things you been going through (uh-huh)
You by yourself and you ain't got no one to talk to (yeah)
Or maybe we can drink for a lil' bit
That's the homie, real talk, no matter where you go
City to city, flow to flow
Even in the penitentiary man
I'm the homie man, I be lookin out,
you
They know I'll put a ho out if I love her or not
To protect my lil' energy
Maybe shit, Baby too real for the industry
Or maybe they know they never
away from jail (Ha)
Alright, man, listen
I'm finna tell you some real shit
(Talk to 'em Lingo)
It's real and fake niggas out here
(Ahh, real and fake
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
mad brain, Mr. Rosenberg
Will the real MicGrady stand up, stand up
I see myself in all of y'all, it's tough, it's tough (Which one are you)
Just a bunch
the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me
niggas don't talk much
Do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw
Star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas
I got good
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
it nigga then I done already dug it
Ready like the Marines
Nigga with infared beams
I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams
Mr
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
Money Everyday a N***a Talk Money
All dis Money on Me Pockets Fulla Blue Faced Hunnids
I just gotta feed my Young-ins
I ain’t leave a key cuz
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
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