Ft. Biggie Smalls
(Intro)
I'm a real one (that's a real n***a for ya)
(Verse: Biggie)
Back up, chump, ya know Biggie Smalls rips it quick
And kicks it quick, ya know how black n***as get
Wit the hoods, fatigues wit the boots wit trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' k's, makin' crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at n***as that open spots
On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm baggin' ya
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose
Damn, a n***a's style is unorthodox!
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a n***a wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they muthaf**kin' back out
That's a real n***a fo' ya
(Hook)
She gon' bust it for a real one
She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one
She said she betta hit another real one
Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
Streets love me, I'm a real one
Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one
Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one
Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
(Verse 2: Biggie)
When we smoke spliffs, we pack 4-5ths
Just in case Dread want to riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not yo ordinary: we watch ya get buried
That's a real n***a fo' you
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip yo lawyer
Spit at the DA, cause f**k what she say
She don't give a f**k bout yo a** anyway
Up North, bound first stop fo' the town
Of Fishk**, where the hand sk**s are real ill
You'll be a supa Hoover doodoo stain remover
Haha! Yo G, pa** the Buddha
(Hook)
She gon' bust it for a real one
She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one
She said she betta hit another real one
Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
Streets love me, I'm a real one
Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one
Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one
Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
(Verse 3: Quilly)
First of all, I'm a real one
And shawty f**kin' with ? cuz she a real one
I'm with my hitter, he gon' hit ya, he the real one
And I ain't leavin' out the county till the bills done
I'm buyin' bottle for anybody, you ain't hang with just anybody
? person, coolin' on anybody(?)
She been with a lotta hitters, but not with the real one
She want a D-boy, she want a real one
Giuseppe, Finny, baby, Ferragamo
I'mma take ya to ? McDonalds
She taller these lings, she taller as f**k
She said she want a real one, come ride with a boss
(Hook)
She gon' bust it for a real one
She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one
She said she betta hit another real one
Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
Streets love me, I'm a real one
Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one
Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one
Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
(Verse 4: Quilly)
I got a presidential rollie, it's a real one
My b**ch a** fat, it's a real one
And if she bust it open on some real ones
I got that outfit with the 30., that's a real gun
I knew I was a real one since a young'n
I grew up in the projects, now look at how I'm stuntin'
I started with an onion, now I got a lotta ?
And em b**ches know I'm stuntin'
Now they buggin' cuz I'm buzzin'
But I treat em like it's nothing
Prolly cuz I'm a real one
I came in the game real and I'm still one
Now shout out to my day-1s, they the real ones
There be the same hitters with me when the deal come
(Hook)
She gon' bust it for a real one
She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one
She said she betta hit another real one
Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one
Streets love me, I'm a real one
Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one
Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one
Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one