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You niggaz real, you niggaz ain't real
You niggaz ain't real, that's

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You niggaz ain't real, niggaz know that
We'll come to doormat, (*gun shot*) hold that
Bitch talk down, real niggaz tote rounds
Move through the town, survived up and down
Been done that, can't lose fuck that
Fall off bounce back, fake hate that
I know they do, whatever happens gotta true
Be real with a nigga be real with you, you get a Southside too
Stay on top of game, it's to shoot red beam to aim
Gotta get change, disregard the fame
Why y'all niggaz hate, we back to divide up the cake
stop we fill the plate, y'all niggaz better get it straight

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These niggaz ain't real, I'ma 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose niggaz out here what the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon fight and never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real
Say you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro
Not too much but you niggaz know, niggaz here never be hoes
For real I promise these niggaz, be me in my zone
Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running bitch ass home
I Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' never changing but rearranging
Throwing our shit like Aikman, then back to the West like Gary Payton
For the 2K3 they see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.C

Bitch niggaz better beat they feet, ain't no way you finna fuck me
Ain't no way you finna with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B
Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they
I hope you what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling y'all
up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all

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These ain't real, they just act like they got nuts
24 pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling us
I'm one of the best with a gun in my and (danger), we blood rushers
Why blow with beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate to all busters
Guerilla they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks
daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it's R.I.P
One day Dinkie gon be free, no Penitentiary
Up on the stage with us getting paid G's, I'm straight out of no cash
A motherfucker, named Z-Ro
was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes
I'ma waste my in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview
Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a beam in my rearview
But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I dead
Made moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled
So I claim that ass mine, when you watch you out a vine
Homie you better respect my mind, or be the nigga to get found face down

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