Skippa Da Flippa - Real Street n***a lyrics

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Skippa Da Flippa - Real Street n***a lyrics

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa] Every real street n***a know a real street n***a, my n***a And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin Broke, never seen no six figures What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope What you gon do my n***a? What you gon do my n***a? Say you real, but you really fake Spray a b**h n***a when you see him on the interstate What you been through my n***a? What you been through my n***a? [Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa] What it do my n***a? What you go through my n***a? What you gon do my n***a? Everybody carry it, but will you pull the trigger? Look, listen, tell you a little story, when I shot three Robert Horry Caught him on the highway, n***a that's my way And that's just the middle of the story The realest sh** I done heard is I ain't gonna die for 'em, I'ma die with' em Watch for these sneaky snakes filled up with venom Slit that b**h throat if he don't tell who seen it n***a, what you gon' do, when you find out your ho loving the crew Relax and sit back and just bust you a brew And I don't want your b**h cause she don't come with two What you been in to Do you believe in god, have you read through Hebrews? I done walked so many miles, sold so many ounces And I still haven't seen you You claim that you real, but I know realer Chopper under my chinchilla Jackson 5 hollows, make you dance like Thriller [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa] Every real street n***a know a real street n***a, my n***a And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin Broke, never seen no six figures What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope What you gon do my n***a? What you gon do my n***a? Say you real, but you really fake Spray a b**h n***a when you see him on the interstate What you been through my n***a? What you been through my n***a? [Verse 2: Lil Durk] n***as is fugazi, been had a dope bag 'fore 2 Chainz Free Boona gave him 21, rob a n***a, for his two chains Head chopped, got two brains Autotune, real rap, I got two lanes Police say give him two names I'm like Durk Banks, that's my government I don't rap beef this sh** so irrelevant Sipping purp, that's the medicine I been off the porch 'fore your hair was bent Smoking L after L, getting mil' after mil' Watch my homie take 50, and I been going apesh** 'fore I even heard 50 And my city tote 30s with the beam but we don't tote 30s, we tote 50s And them b**hes go bang bang, OTF b**h doing the same thing Snatch your chain if your chain hang Where I'm from b**h you gon gang bang Like give me that, run up on his a** like give me that Don't call motherf**er, ain't getting it back Call up zoo and no chitter chatter He gon' get on that, let me get that [Hook: Skippa Da Flippa] Every real street n***a know a real street n***a, my n***a And most of these rappers fugazis, they hatin Broke, never seen no six figures What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a What it do my n***a, what it do my n***a If ever go broke, sell my closet and go back to whipping that dope What you gon do my n***a? What you gon do my n***a? Say you real, but you really fake Spray a b**h n***a when you see him on the interstate What you been through my n***a? What you been through my n***a?