Uncle Murda - Real Only lyrics

(Hook) We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say Real n***as only, real n***as only, real n***as only That sign on that front door say real n***as only We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say real b**hes only Real b**hes only, real b**hes only That sign on that front door say Real b**hes only. (Verse) You blind, n***a, f** and read that sign n***a It’s real n***as, real goons, how the f** you get inside n***a Your ego and your pride n***a That’s gonn make you die n***a When the war’s on, and them heaters drawn sponsored links Y’all b**h n***as run and hide n***a We the realest n***as that’s in the room Realest n***as that’s in the room My wolves out and they hollering Like they seen the full moon Them reaal n***as miss real sh** That real sh** that they could ride to So this real talk from a real n***a My real voice and no autotune I’ma shut em down, I’ma shut em down It’s a real n***a here, it’s a fake n***a there It’s a gun right here and I’ma gun him down It’s a new jack city free t bow brown Ride this too, we run this town I was feelin like JFK, when I left that lot I dropped my top, down Why all real n***as all locked down Runnin from the feds all underground Got a 100 rounds drum with a thunder sound Bang, bang, man down Salute me n***a or stand down Salute me n***a or stand down We up in this club and we gonn tear this whole b**h down! (Hook) We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say Real n***as only, real n***as only, real n***as only That sign on that front door say real n***as only We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say real b**hes only Real b**hes only, real b**hes only That sign on that front door say Real b**hes only. (Verse) I’m a real b**h, I don’t f** with you fake hoes Your fake nails, your fake hair, them eye lids and them fake clothes My matrix red or blue pill, Giuseppe shoes or red heels My body right and it’s full of curves And I ain’t never hit no treadmill You ain’t real n***a, you a combo I show you real with a phone cord I have murda and the murda team Come out here and murder all y’all What’s your name, I never heard of ya You getting real money, then buy the bar Please do me a favor, please keep the ice Got all that in my audemar Plus time is money, stop wasting it You a real n***a, put your face in it Watch a real b**h put a waist in it Now that’s real sh**, is you tastin it I’m the best you ever had trackin in Get your ray jay on, start tapin it Or you the baker boy, I heard you cakin it But I seen n***a stash, you fakin it Just look at me, I’m so real My closet worth at least 4 mill When that Nas bag I just bought I could have went in both 4 wheels Alexander mcqueen hoe, murda team my team hoe What you know about this scooter there’s 10 racks in my jeans hoe (Hook) We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say Real n***as only, real n***as only, real n***as only That sign on that front door say real n***as only We up in this club, turning up this party That sign on that front door say real b**hes only Real b**hes only, real b**hes only That sign on that front door say Real b**hes only.