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Where the real at
Right chea, chea
Over there, over there, there, over there
Where the bitches at
chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over
Where the real at
Right chea, right
Over there, over there, over there, there
the real bitches at
Right chea, chea
there, over there, over there, over there
Where the niggas at
chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over
Nigga, I'm the buzz in weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it's the man chea
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo
I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I Holyfield's ear
I that damn man you see standin' at the Apollo
I ain't that 298 60 cent check from McDonald's
Bitch I'm the through the T and the dot on the I
I'm the crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the in bad weather
I'm that nigga in that on your girlfriend dresser
I ain't no ho, I no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I no snitch, I ain't no rat
I'm 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I'm tourin'
I'm that fire, on that last of Make 'em say "uhh"
I ain't that same ol' same ordinary, everyday
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I I'm that bastard
Where the hot at
chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over
Where the hot at
Right chea, chea
there, over there, over there
Where the hot at
chea, right chea
Over there, over there, there
the hot girls at
Right chea, right
there, over there, over there, over there
I'm the bitch that say "bring it on if you to"
From the city we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I'm the lady so you can come in that water
I'm the migrane in your head harder and harder
I'm the Boss Hogg ho nigga that the squat
Dead smack on your face like that dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, move
Woops, saw you blink your now you goin' make the news
If I catch you in the club and you to trippin'
I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's goin' hit your
All the snitchers sitting with the feds to yap
I'm the loud 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 last
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop
I'm the lady on report day, I'm Mama Mia
Where the niggas at
Where they at, where at
Right chea, right
Over there, there
Where the real at
chea, right chea
Over there, there
Where they at, where at
I'm the past that always seems to come and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin' to at
I be the bully that you pay niggas to off your ass
I be the why you didn't 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 your
The reason why she didn't ya
I be the nigga trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they 'Silkk the Shocker', you might call me mister
Now I got a top, I'm a ghetto wise guy
minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I'm the brother of the last don
can't mix, flip shit, loose lips sank ships
Plus I gotta pair of cement shoes I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep an ice wrist, her tight, bitch, between the trigger
Keep a grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, newest of the 504
Man, you the the one they call Vito? yeah, me
(You know)
Where the hot at
Where they at, where at
chea, right chea
Over there, over
the hot girls at
Where they at, where at
Right chea, chea
there, over there
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your
When the live round hit the chamber, I'm the click
When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp
I'm the shit bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I my strap
The nigga that all the hoes I'll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his in coke
The nigga taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma throat
I'm the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the
Where the niggas at
Where they at, where at
the real bitches at
Where they at, they at
Where the hot at
Where they at, they at
Where the hot at
Where they at, they at
Where they at, where at, where 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 that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains you think
I'm your bartender you drink, I'm OJ without the shank
Nigga, I'm the M in mob
(Mob)
I'm the clothes you wear when you wanna jump shop
I'm the in dome, I'm the C in chrome
I'm the hurricane knock down your motherfucking home
I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug
I'm the G in nigga, I'm the realest nigga
you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the Nike's on feet
I'm the nigga moan when he rap
I'm the nigga ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with rhymes, I'm the last don
And I'm a end motherfucker 'coz it ain't no more time