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

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

- 4x]

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

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

- 4x]

These niggaz ain't real, they just act like they got
24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters telling us
I'm one of the with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers
Why blow with beef out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters
Guerilla Maab they running the streets, running thru sweets 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 paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash
A motherfucker, named Z-Ro
That was a long time ago, because now I got c-notes
I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my
Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared in my rearview
But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't
Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't
So I claim that ass mine, when you revenge watch you out a
Homie you better respect my mind, or be the next to get found face down

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