Lex Luger - Real Recognize Real lyrics

You broke n***as ain't counting no paper! These n***as ain't getting no money! n***a get the f** away from round me partner f** wrong with you n***a? Dusty shoes, second hand, ho f**ing a** n***a! SQUAD! Aye I be turnt up! Aye I be turn up! I hit hard like Sam Montgomery Kick game like I'm Brad Wing Two in the b**h like Elijah Thomas Eat a rapper, no Jeffery Dahlmer I'm from Riverdale Grove Street, just to be exact Now I'm on the map Put my hood up G's Up, B's Up Aye Ho's down M.O.B , Money over b**hes Kicking game to these p**y n***as Don't f** wit two things, police and snitches Smart black man Not real religious I'm a stack my paper, got me feeling richer See my dog just got locked up Just last night we was turned up Popping bottles on a n***a like what Twenty-thousand in the air, pick it up Next morning caught a plane now he locked up God Damn God Damn my dawg that's f**ed up See what I tell a n***a man, you take gambles in life Sometimes you don't know what the f**s gonna happen 5 hours later 3 hours later, 30 minutes later, you know, this sh** be crazy n***a You got to hold your head n***a, know what I mean? Every b**h that look bad n***a ain't Gonna be good for you n***a, skip a ho n***a You know I don't even ride rims I'm factory man, I'm a regular plane jane n***a Get your motherf**ing head hit playing though n***a Uh, I'll put your dick in the dirt (what else?) Make your mama cry (what else?) Put you in that black box with a suit and tie (OK!) f** with Waka Flocka the whole SouthSide they gon' ride Three, three, three hundred-fifty thousand when I drove by Aye! Every chance I get, shawty I just turn up Make the wrong move, Brewster he gon' burn ya Bullets beat your chest, slap your face, Ike Turner They like Waka really not that hard cause all he talks is murder I'm like "Boy I Wish you try it" Hollow tip your diet Turn the f**ing club into a motherf**in' riot Every time your baby mama see a n***a she excited Everything she wants and needs in this world I can buy it Broke a** n***a You don't even know how it feels to have twenty racks in your hand That ain't no money n***a, these n***as talking about they hit licks for thirty racks That ain't no motherf**in' lick n***a, where I'm from n***a a hundred racks ain't no lick For us man, we two fifty or better around here partner We pop sh**, we kick sh**, we kick it, man, SQUAD! f** these n***as man, 2 clip extendo mod for these f** n***as man Wasted Gang n***a we in this b**h man, Squad