Plies - Rap n***a lyrics

Man, dog You all can't fool a real n***a [?] Man, you can't fool no real n***a, dog You can tell a f** n***a anything, dog But you can't run that sh** on a real n***a Y'all n***as, y'all rap n***as, dog TV-a** n***as who done sold two, three, four-mill or five million records, dog A million records And you steady hollering, b**h, you got a hundred bars And you got them for ten-five Oh, you can't fool a real n***a, dog b**h, you a full-time rapper now, n***a That's all you do You rap Ain't nothing wrong with being a full-time rapper, dog But stop running on the... I think you can run it on a real n***a, dog And you little young n***as that's coming up, dog Dropping a n***a a CD Getting, wanting n***as to listen to your sh**, n***a And you on there talking 'bout you Birdman, b**h, and you ain't got a car You on there, talking that gangsta and you ain't even did nothing out here Next time, a n***a give you a CD, dog And you listen to it And you know this n***a ain't 'bout what he on here talking 'bout Slap that f** n***a right in his mouth, dog You say you know a n***a realer than Plies But where he at? Certified, p**y a** n***a 100% real n***a, dog Get it how you live, n***a