Lyrics:
Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, man
Holla at em Fresh
[Chorus: x2]
In the streets (in
spectating
But I won't lie, and say I'm not thinking about sex making
It was on my mind real strong, but I don't want to rush
We can remain friends, for a real
some dope, or trying to get paid from
Songs I wrote
In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill
My shoes
Got to pay the rent,
some dope, or trying to get paid from
Songs I wrote
In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill
My shoes
Got to pay the rent,
fraud
You can't test me in the music game, I've got bare XP
Doing this ting for real, in school, while you was typing up your CV
I was downloading
thing gettin me through this is knowin Allah's real
I caught him and stepped back, my barrel was still smokin
I said to myself he's goin, watched him
real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't
feel?
Now you know the pain is real
(Hate behind it all)
I spit on your grave as you lie there rotting
I shit on your grave as maggots rape your
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
But at a hundred stories tall niggas look small
This is the part where I stomp on Kong
Rip through the city, crush and romp
The [bus sailed]? at my
Verse One: Tash
I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook
Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book
But everywhere you looked
life only gives back wha you can sell
And this message is colored by aspairity
So out of lessons these streets want to marry me
And its on...
Chorus:
purpose
Every step's a pilgrimage
Special Ed who never read the syllabus
Still got it made and getting paid off how real it is
Have you ever witnessed
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be doin'
on this album?"
I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas
See they ain't knowing what the game do
Or what a little bit of fame do
I been a whole lot of places, met a lot of real ones
Who don't love me how
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
No abandon, no heartfelt desire
No love could be worth getting fired
For real, it's surreal, it's so real
So
Let me ask this question real quick,
Um, as far as the smif-n-wessun
And the name change and everything like that
Now how did that come
About?
of the 2-1-6
Bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit
Every day I wake, higher than the night before
Blackin' out every night on tour
5 a.m we jump into
Sue, I'm a housewife...
Alright, tell him you're abducted by a strange group of aliens
No Sue he watches the X-files he knows the difference between real
that'll make their dreams real and non-fiction
I wana help them fly but i can't right now
Working on me right now
So i hope there's no hate if i'm not
and pussies hit the kitten
Who is you kidding
On my grown shit give forgiveness
But never forgetting how you was trippin'
Ain't never fell for a real one
was real that I felt
Looking at the polaroids sitting on the shelf
Flip them over tell a bitch to pull up when you left
I got shit that I regret
Won’t
the vibes you love the flow
I'm the man, I'll let you know
Been thru shit, my heart is cold
Standing tall and I won't fold
Dropping bombs, I'm fenna blow
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