(Chorus 1)
Y'all don't know who ya f**in' wit, baby
Y'all gon' f** around and make a n***a go crazy
Y'all don't know who ya f**in' wit, baby
Y'all gon' f** around and make us all go crazy
Say...
[Verse 1]
Yo
I roll wit n***as that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo a** to leave you caught up in stress
I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come
Other n***as can talk about it, but n***a be silent wit their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns
How they be sellin' d** and how much n***as give `em love
Don't they know that I don't give a f** about what they got
Braggin' about yo sh** in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't playin' no games, I done said it before
I'm taking n***as' platinum plaques and puttin' my sh** on they walls
I'm like the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Only movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some n***as out here, they only care for themselves
My and my n***as are the opposite: we catch this bread well
And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant
Never had no real cheese up in they muthaf**in' pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold
But watch out for fake n***as, and them gold-diggin' hoes
Now these are the words that I'ma live by, till the day that I die
f** the n***a that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake a** muthaf**as have to ask why
Now...
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(Chorus 2)
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
Now all my thug muthaf**as say...
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
[Verse 2]
Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for
I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much liquor
I'm tired of n***as makin' promises they can't keep
I'm tired of all this stress that's unablin' me to sleep
I gotta...
Get on top of things, make some moves in this game
Anyone can lay the track, but only I can bring the fame, and for as
Long as I reign, I'ma bang on the brain
Makin' it hard for modern n***as in the streets to complain
Listen to the ones who, smoke Lala, and sniff up all the powda
And sell it for hot dollar, and don't give a f** about nada
Gemini, the greatest, I'ma ball till I fall
And I'ma, rea**ure your thought with a f**in' plaque on the wall
Mutha-f**as...
Y'all don't know, who ya f**in' wit, baby
Y'all don't know, who ya f**in' wit, baby
Say...
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)