Lyrics:
a real nigga
Every bad bitch want a real nigga
Fake niggas be quiet, real nigga speaking
Hard them say with the hammer peeking
Free my homie 8 ball from
Rolling up
Rolling up
Rolling up
Rolling up
Man I miss me king Troy
c real ass dude
We had the same dream same views
cnd wild as fuck
That boy was for
y'all are mini-me's...
So let it be known that when I make flows...
I got infinity stones cause I'm THANOS
With a stranglehold
On this whole
Mother
God blessed me with some good Peeps
Nobody raised a Rapper so it had to Be a gift
We gonn make it to the stadiums Filling every seat
Catch me on my
m'uhfucker right here today
We got that nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp see up in this motherfucker, nigga Pastor Troy
Damn fool I hits free it ain't
opposition
It me's that in my own way
My second and third edition
Can one ego gain control?
A permanent acquisition
Well let's see which one remains
As my
your fuckin' mouth
Pop said, "Be silent and observe", two ears and one mouth
A nigga got it for a purpose, gon' pop that pussy
Baby, you got it for
faster!
Don't get caught by these bastards!
We've been through too much shit
To get hit by the Rapture!
Troy? Chris? J?
Are you guys okay?
Don't leave me
T.Roy, I missed it (I missed it)
I was in jail, so folks 'nem killed him (boom, boom)
Got out and this shit was different (it was)
Zoo told me bruh was
peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots
Bust em and burry em
That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
(Say what?) Bust it, let a
Brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
I would be lyin if I
in my way I turn into Muhammed
Real nigga been moving in silence
Don’t trip just sit back and watch me work
Only smoke it if it came from Murph
I ride
neanderthals
This is for when your heart feels like it's hit by cannonballs
Yes I got it packin
Let's get dis crackin
Like eggs of an ostrich
Your legs are my
the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm
that door
What we got right here is too real to ignore
But when you take me back, it's back and forth
'Cause we can't spell closure and unless we're
that door
What we got right here is too real to ignore
But when you take me back, it's back and forth
'Cause we can't spell closure and unless we're
ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
-Look in my eyes-
I'm in the rain sellin my shadow
but it's gone still follow me, so I
[Chorus]
Do it, (come on now)
Do it, (come on now)
Do it,
(Come on) Do the damn thing
[Verse 1: Rasheeda]
Come on let's start this shit
she really hot, your career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again
As sure I am
in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many
play the game by the rules
Can't run my lips
And
I just wanna be the best that I can be
Because, most of my niggas we came poverty
I know they don't
on the mic, leave the studio reeking
Stacking this bag it'll be here by the weekend
Stepping to me, leave a bitch nigga leaking
Hold on, what was that? Nothing
not make no noise
I am a king need a Helen of Troy
I'm known to flip the bread just like a coin
Wet like a river, I shoot it goes splash
Different
y to a I
We can 3.14 like we pie
Put that di nigga where that p lie put it together my nigga man he die
See I could be that nigga be that street
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