Lyrics:
know, nigga Now watch me glow, nigga
It ain't about being real, it's about who you real to Real niggas with trill in them, who I appeal to
You ain't in
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
a force field we're seeping through it
Until we force them to break torment and pain they want more on the way
I got some things that's real important
Don't trust the white coats
They cram it down your throat
They say it's good for you
Big pharma pays off the truth
Struck by another illness
Your
real
Usually there flesh is fake
Black and white world
I'm living in fithty shades of grey
Heading into nowhere hoping I can find something
Maybe peace
Yeah
Let's take em back
This time it's personal
Uh
I still miss you by my side when we was waking up
I know it's hurting you inside when you was
two little niggas with
Me with ski masks
They snort pile snow and shoot real fast
So if Joe fuck up it's Joe's black ass
If he try some funny shit like
scene needs me, no fake MC
Seen more snow then a mountain peak
Got real grow boys who'll plant that seed
Real Turkish boys that'll bark that heat
With my
be opposed
To scientific breakthroughs
Don't be the real source
Of real fake news
Don't peddle hatred
By raising false alarms
Don't rip the children
ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So
out on the white floor blossoming like roses in the snow
Her relationship was an anthem composed of words like "gotta go." so we went
And sent our
know?
Knowledge is power
I'm about makin' some money man, you know?
Let's put this shit together, get some real paper
I been a real street nigga way
Ebonics I'm ill chronic
No cure no summit my limit's Wayne high
No ceilings I'm feeling like I was made by
Everything that's against me I'm in rare form
It was "Sometimes It Snows In April"
He was brought up by the faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird, ungrateful and hateful
The legend
God hear my words and his people can feel them
Give back the real and take niggas with gimmicks
Head on a swivel
I know they don't like me
The way that
a white boy, never did a crime
Maybe that’s a lie, shit we just snuck by
Never got caught, had a few close calls tho
Tell my boys just take me home
Lookin
and an energy shot
And you know I start to feel real nice
Because the people need a man like me out there
Who ain't afraid a little snow and ice
This old rig
with yours
You whisper in my ear
About how you want to get fucked by a real man
While my thoughts became knives through bone
As you scream his name
the ones who know
Man, you keep saying the same thing
Okay
See how hard we go
Keeping it 15 below
We washed by the blood, white as snow
This for the one who
white tee
Leaking substance from this drip they thought Aye came here by sea
Aye, aye just left with two tonight see
Aye, aye cause one hoe don’t excite
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