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

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

- 4x]

These niggaz real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not
Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know Ro
Not too but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoes
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 Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' never changing but rearranging
Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like 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
no way you finna fuck with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B
Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they
I hope you feel what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling
up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all

- 4x]

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

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