Lyrics:
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[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his name
love
You never think till there's a storm
And till the real things you feel like returning
You know that mink won't keep you warm
Give a little,
I swear (nah, for real)
He tried, but now he look too weak, baby
I'll come and slide by 8PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your
birds you would let em fly
Yeah, cause real niggas never die (What?)
Somebody tell me why (why)
Why the good die young (why)
Sometimes it makes me
hustlers, I was birthin' 'em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want
gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
Keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down
my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
Keep it 'til it's covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.
hustlers, I was birthin' 'em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want
flavor
I'm keepin it real
I got to hit you with the fat beats that keeps
The heads shakin as we smash these
Flakes makin cash, we crash these
that great?
It's real good, that
Real good
Listen to that, Mal
Oh look out! It's-
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver
know these gay ass record labels keep fucking niggas
It's just like in the streets mane, how much you get?
On the road to riches and diamond rings
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
What you need is a real, real woman tonight
A real woman tonight
Someone that does you right
Keeps you awake at night now, honey
A real woman
in my heart, that's that maturity
And we don't keep it on us anymore, it's with security
I'm outside (yeah), twenty-nine (yeah), G5, seaside
I've
pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's
And laughin' while I pass through times
And all these bastards that be watchin'
Just keep it
Still got to work that eight hour day
Whether you like that job or not
You'd better keep it on ice
While you're lining up your long shot
Which is
it's me or nothin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' glowin' up
Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of
Real quick man, you couldn't have hated that
never go home, don't sleep, don't eat
Just do it on repeat, keep (bumpin' that)
When I'm in the club, yeah I'm (bumpin' that)
3-6-5, party girl
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
and trampled by your heel
And eaten away by my own version of the real
Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have
Mister coon got a real fine home
High in the hollow tree
Well the coon's got a place he can call his own
But there ain't no place for me
I'm just
You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby you know I'm worth it
Dinner lit by candles
Run my
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
Fuck a martini this is for
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