MoSS - Spit it Real lyrics

[Big Shug] I'm back again, still mackin, still packin Still clappin, suspected snitches I hold the weight, spit the game in different measures Break dimes off with pleasures, f'real Where I'm from cats still hate a mile a minute Tryin to stop my shine and my spinach Diamonds ain't never finishes, the games goes on They write your rhymes and you supposed to be the don You lie so much you believe your songs The only time you see a thong is when you wearin one The queen is boss now but I'm still the king You want the drama I still supply them things Birds gats and yay, boy girls or haze I do my thing while the music just plays Blaze, and it's real That's how I spit it - yeah~! Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know... [Hook - Shug singing] I seen it good, I seen it bad When there's money I got to have Hustle and it's a habit I spit it real, holdin the steel And I do this for all of my homies And they knowwwww, I'm real [Big Shug] 70's pimpin n***as respect my sh** I spit Funkadelic, like George Clinton I make sense cause that'll make me dollars Cornballs need not to holla Yes we ballin, still shot callin Fake gangsters is fallin, still police callin Real pimp n***as tip the cap, pop the collar Convince them hoes to hit the strip and get them dollars They lowride when they hit Cali They escalatin from Boston to N.Y Enemies die, while my gangsters multiply We stay on the block with them hoes pretty fly Pretty girls in the bathroom doin one on ones While I'm at the bar, clockin my sums Not too tipsy, cause that's when they'll try to get me Yes I stay shifty, one hand on the piece [Hook] [Big Shug] I used to make pancakes with that n***a Break 'em up, hit the streets - 7 figures with that n***a Flipped chicks, bought clothes with that n***a Now I can't stand, to be around that n***a I heard he was talkin, to the other side I'mma catch him in puff mode when he deep in my ride Then tear fire into his eye Since he's a silly motherf**er, I'mma see what he got inside If you heard my music, you now know the score Come and peep my city, the horror and the gore Forty-fours, blazin through the corridor Either you spit it real, or see the coroner Lot of ladies scream my name, know the game I'm a wild motherf**er, I'll never be tamed Big Shug, it's the journey from within God please forgive me for my sins, I gotta win [Hook]