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Where the niggas at
Right chea, chea
Over there, over there, over there, over
Where the real at
Right chea, chea
Over there, over there, over there, there
the real niggas at
Right chea, right
Over there, over there, there, over there
the real bitches at
Right chea, right
there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real at
chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, there
Nigga, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in beer
M Y S T I-kal the man right chea
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo
I ain't Dennis hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see at the Apollo
I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from
Bitch I'm the line the T and the dot on the I
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears you cry
I'm the lightning in bad
I'm that nigga in that on your girlfriend dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I no fag
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I no rat
I'm that 20,000 a pop every stop when I'm tourin'
I'm that fire, on last verse of Make 'em say "uhh"
I ain't same ol' same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I I'm that bastard
Where the hot at
Right chea, right
Over there, there, over there
Where the hot at
Right chea, right
Over there, over there, over
the hot boys at
Right chea, right
Over there, there, over there
Where the hot at
Right chea, right
there, over there, over there, over there
I'm the that say "bring it on if you want to"
the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I'm the lady alligator so you can come in that
I'm the migrane in your thumping harder and harder
I'm the Hogg ho nigga that cops the squat
Dead smack on your face like infrared dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' the news
If I catch you in the and you start to trippin'
I'm the fist in brass that's goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the to yap
I'm the hard on the rat trap
I'm the drama in heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your meal
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop
I'm the lady on card day, I'm Mama Mia
the real niggas at
Where at, where they at
chea, right chea
Over there, over
Where the bitches at
Right chea, right
Over there, over
they at, where they at
I'm the past always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's to holler at
I be the bully that you pay to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in fiance
The reason why she marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your
I be the nigga they call 'Silkk the Shocker', you call me mister
Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a by
over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, I'm the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can't mix, flip shit, lips sank ships
Plus I gotta of cement shoes that I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep an ice wrist, keep her tight, bitch, the trigger
Keep a grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor cuts the dope, newest member of the 504
Man, you the the one they call yeah, that's me
(You know)
the hot boys at
Where they at, where at
chea, right chea
Over there, there
Where the hot at
Where they at, they at
Right chea, chea
Over there, over
I'm the behind, so watch your back
When the round hit the chamber, I'm the click clack
you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap
I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook crack
The nigga fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga fucked all the hoes I'll be trying to mack
I was scarface, with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that
The first nigga on the block that make momma deep throat
I'm the hustlin' ass nigga the watches and the coat
the real niggas at
Where at, where they at
Where the bitches at
Where at, where they at
the hot boys at
Where they at, they at
the hot girls at
Where at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, they at
Where they at, they at
the hot boys at
Where the hot at
I'm the bars on cell, I'm the fire down in hell
I'm the ice bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I'm the wheels on the
I'm the million dollars you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you
I'm your when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank
Nigga, I'm the M in mob
(Mob)
I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump
I'm the in dome, I'm the C in chrome
I'm the hurricane that knock down your home
I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug
I'm the G in nigga, I'm the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the Nike's on your
I'm the nigga that moan he rap
I'm the that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with rhymes, I'm the last don
And I'm a end this 'coz it ain't no more time