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- 2x]
You niggaz ain't real, you ain't real
You niggaz real, that's real

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

- 4x]

These niggaz ain't real, I'ma show 'em the
of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose niggaz out here what the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real
Say what you know Trae, better yet what you know about Ro
Not too much but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be
For I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zone
Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running bitch ass home
I forever Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' changing but rearranging
our shit like Troy 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 feet, ain't no way you finna fuck with me
Ain't no way you fuck with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B
Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and lose they teeth
I hope you what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling y'all
Straight up on the click, pull out the and fuck 'em all

- 4x]

These niggaz ain't real, they just act like they got
24 murderer pull up and dump, like busters they telling us
I'm one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we rushers
Why blow beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters
Guerilla Maab running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks
They daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for 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 broke motherfucker, Z-Ro
That was a long ago, because now I got some c-notes
waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview
Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my
But I ain't scared, been shot a few but I ain't 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 revenge you out a vine
Homie you respect my mind, or be the next nigga to get found face down

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