Lyrics:
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
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You on da streetz
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
down, face on the ground hit with the same stick
I tried answering calls now I’m on my bane shit
I’m done fucking wit y’all for entertainment
Not alarmed
Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk
Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up
Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car
them tramps
y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?
You know Na Na rock that shit,
Verse 1:
(Xylonite)
It's Unision wit the remix
We finnah fuck wit y'all
My Bro and 'cause RNS already dealt wit ch'all
Now it's our turn nigga
Bout
Verse 1:
(Xylonite)
It's Unision wit the remix
We finnah fuck wit y'all
My Bro and 'cause RNS already dealt wit ch'all
Now it's our turn nigga
Bout
planning on taxing niggas
He done spent so much
Fuck, I'd done gave him the bag wit' it P
I had to Chop it, Cop it, Flip it
That's the whole description
this shit
Never gave a fuck about a bitch
But I guess that’s why a nigga infamous
Luh bro wit a big pole
I been on a mission just to kill some shit
Luh
Y’all faking like you my friends lemme put it all clear
I do not fuck with D-bag
All by myself, yeah I did that
I am raising Mabvill flag
I got rappers in
lettin' 'em go
You can't fuck wit my team I'm just lettin' you know
If it cost 500 that regular dro
Cops pull a nigga ova
'Cause they jealous of my Carmo
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin bout
If they don't hear,
[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em
(Can they fuck wit chu?) No
(Their brain frames are too) Slow
(The villain will kill em with new) Flow
(If ya hatin me this is for you) Blow
I've been
GET A COUPLE
HUNDRED THOUSAND VIEWS
IF YOU FUCK WIT CEE
PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY STREAMS
I BEEN ROUTING FOR Y'ALL
I HOPE YOU ROUTING FOR ME
AND IF NOT,
to fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers
Repeat 1 (2x)
2 - How many want to die wit me?
Repeat 2 (8x)
How many want to die wit me, die wit me?
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
Can’t fuck with y’all niggas, y’all don’t move how I move
Niggas be clones tryna do what I do
You ain’t seen the world, you ain’t flew how I flew
I make
Ya'll know I been on this road for far too long
So fuck wit me fuck with me fuck with me
Fuck wit me fuck with me
Things I seen and pain I feel is
take the stress and start to weighing it out
Thankful for the
Ladies Wit
A brain in they mouth
Smart Alecs get me hard
Y'all panicky and fraud
Getting
and the deepest
Know niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you herbs say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be
of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
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