(helicopter propeller)
(whisper getting louder)
Real n***a
Real n***a
Real n***a
Real n***a
(c-murder in background)
From the motherf**ing (?)
On to the motherf**ing beats by the motherf**ing pound
It's the realist
n***a i walk with a dirty gun with a motherf**ing round
Chorus (2x):
Real n***as and we ride on them bustas
We some real n***as scream f** them motherf**ers
(c-murder)
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, i aint tripping
Bullets flipinng, young n***a bout that hollow chipping
Fliping ki's on the block, where them g's at
Go them hoes s**ing my dick till they knees crack
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
I got them n***as pushing crack like a mack 10
A dollar short and i'm coming
Bout to have these fools running
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
Call my cousin rock on the mobile phone, he at home
Macnolia projects, straight from clebourne
In the city, where the sh**ty n***as quick to give you
A ticket to the morgue (n***a) after they k** you
f** the penn, cause if i go again, i'm a rider
You never catch me slipping, i got my heater right beside, uh
Running from the cops, cause the law, i don't trust ya
I'm a real n***a and i ride on them bustas, i'm a
Chorus (2x)
(magic)
I sick and i'm tired of all the fakers
n***as be talking about they gonna keep it real
n***a give me the strap and get in the back
This sh** is about to get real
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
They founded out i can rap and uh told me put down the strap
Now i'm getting favors screaming nightward
I written this sh**, i took it in blood its tatted on my arm
So now when i ride i take the nine with
It don't take less than 2.5 to get me
I'm with c, i'm with serv, and we smoking on some herb
Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve
Who gone ride with me (my n***as)
Who gone die with me (my n***as)
Who gone bust at these cowards with me
Who gone ride with me (my n***as), i'm a
Chorus (2x)
(ke'noe)
Now ke'noe ??? major fire as this motherf**ing track
Oughta ??? a ride you motherf**ers (right)
But i got a little somethings to take to these motherf**ers
You them n***as them bullet s**ers (b**h a**)
You know them n***as that steadly ain't scared to die
But they'll take a bullet?
Well c and magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger
I got ready to get home and sound some loot
I'ma pull it, just to think
I got this motherf**ing tank by signing a contract
b**h you better get your motherf**ing mind right
Ask t how the f** i act
I was riding on n***as block
When you n***as was still running from the cops (b**h a**)
I done made a little motherf**ing money
So you really think that sh** gonna make me stop (sh**)
I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherf**ing bleed
So every drop that hit the ground,
For every round in the tank n***a you know i believe (believe)
I done got bad on this motherf**ing microphone
But if c call me n***a and take one of you n***as home
f**, ride n***a, what
We some
Chorus (4x)
f** all them motherf**ing b**h a**,
Punk a**, playa hating p**y
Motherf**ers out there talking sh**
Cause when i run up on you motherf**ers,
You bound to get your motherf**ing wig split (bloom, bloom)
Ol' soft a**, cheesy, funky, dirty,
Ol' shoe wearing dirty moterf**ing poot
Stain draws b**h a**, yellow belly motherf**ers, b*atch!
(chorus come in low and gets louder)
That means you b**h
3rd ward, nightward n***a
No limit, cause i'm in it
n***a ke'noe, again on the motherf**ing bito!
Daily soungs n***a incognito! b**h