Lyrics:
Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now
(Ya'll already know)
For real, ya'll, back behind the wall again
(yeah, you know what it is)
You know what it do,
home
Ain't nothing better than the breeze and the bad bitches
From the gutter, but for the fam, we stack riches
That's how it is, in the place we reside
is living in the moment, we too busy tryna capture it
To keep it real i found my purpose by an accident
What'll happen if i had became passive
Passed
Never thought tonight
That I'd be in my feelings
And then I saw you there
I guess you caught my eye
Love at first sight is a real thing
And I just
take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody business, so what the fuck is you asking for?
Look, I'm just try'na blow good dope
And put my
Brooklyn kids get biz
Shit, you know how it is
Yeah, my whole block was in Penny jerseys
Real shit, yeah
My whole block was in Penny jerseys
to the top
How you hit the flo
That charma be hectic
It took you real low
I flex in they face
I'm covered dough
Come take my class
It's goin for low
One day
we take the money from records and jumpostart social change
We spread knowledge, happiness, love--this is not a game
This is for real, don't believe
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
in
I got no time to go back
I aint stopping
Defeat the devil real quick
He just dropped in
Or dropped by
It was fast that I promise
Sucka runnin to his
paper, hood is up
We get them figures up
The order I’m payin for, I hit them niggas up
Triple OG, they can sit around
Slurp green like nigga you a sitting
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
to the side
Wearin' my short leather jacket
Marilyn Monroe on my back
I'm livin' that life
I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like
back for just 1 day, homie
Wish I can bring my nigga back for 1 day
And take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his, baby,
Warning: the truly unusual motion
Picture you are about
To see contains many scenes
Of graphic violence (The real)
It is not intended for the faint
see that is entirely known
I got some shawties who down for the party
They wish they could go out and find em a clone
I got the vibe, E to the S
Get me
wanted to be but
That real me is the person nobody ever got to see
They say the city streets are paved with gold
And traveled by feet of a million
dope, I'm hella dope
This for real niggas with Maybachs
All debts forgiven this is the payback
Yea, see what I did right there?
I just made that money
true or am I full of bad weed?
You place the judgment, you make the decision
But even so, death is my ambition
I'm the South Park psycho, I'm
nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
with us
And you know we bout that life
From the days of the Paradise
This is real street, this is real liquor house music
We Grove-boys, Douglas
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