Lyrics:
minds, you know how its goin' down
We comin' dirty we comin' dirty
[Chorus]
The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
You talk but you
sing I can rap it's a no brainer
Trust me I do try but I'm a still a player
If yo bitch chose me don't hate the player hate the game
Cause real talk
run game, we run businesses
Watch us shine and watch the World be our witnesses
(repeat)
Verse 1: (Raekwon)
Observe real though
Half cieling
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
the track also featured
The lyric "someone tell
PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
" which drew immediate fire
From the animal-rights group
Kanye West: Yo
' skull get invaded
Get killed not sedated
No talk or debated
Revolver rotated
Ain't pick up no casings
Yo' face rearranged it
I give you da business in
real sunny
I'm inna' i8 wit' the doors up, laughing to the bank like it's funny
And you got yo' hoe took, that's a bad look, boy I'm lookin' at ya' like
forever)
Shmurda, what up, son?
Brooklyn, what up, son? Huh?
Yo, I hit my shmoney dance when I caught the lick
I hit my shmoney dance when I caught ya
Cause love don't love me no mo'e yeah
Traumatized by yo meaning
Of what loyalty is
You turned yo back on me
So I went and did what I did
Aye Aye
It is
eating
Cause what I eat you ain't shittin
These niggas that start beef
They talk like bitches
And I'm the type to give you
Yo, black stocking cap on my
all that yapping, we bout that gun clapping
Yeah
In the real world, talk is cheap
Actions speak louder than words
No Limit Records, here to protect
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
'Cause everything is messier than my purse
Hip Hop is my real and only force, yo
Hip Hop is my real and only
an plus she seen the folks on T.V
Ya know the game, it ain't about Mercedez an Jewels
It's the way I pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood
I'm a real
out of my mind, woo (I'm out of my mind, bro)
I talk to myself and this what I find (ayy, this what I find, bro)
"Ayy, yo, Rowdy, let's do
Real pimp, Ion need no fucking limp in my walk
Count up cash, real fast, all I know is bag talk
All you talk is cash money but you a financial dummy
(Yea)
(Ay)
(Ay)
Yo Kagee turn that shit up man
Hopping off mars, Then I'm drinking by the bars
Getting Drunk and relaxing, chilling with my inner
(Yea)
(Ay)
(Ay)
Yo Kagee turn that shit up man
Hopping off mars, Then I'm drinking by the bars
Getting Drunk and relaxing, chilling with my inner
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America,
catch a nigga slippin, man that's cap talk. Goody ass nigga man you must be snorting bath salt. (Dumb nigga)
Really tweaking why you tripping off a real
recognizes real, so yo, no one cares
The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine
I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon
See
Tell me what's yo mood
Tell me what's yo mood, I know my game real smoove
Tell me what's yo mood
Tell me what's yo mood, and what you tryna do
contagious and I got it
Close yo mouth jus let me talk(Listen up)
You feel i hold you hostage then get mad i let you walk
I ain't feeling this
Love the one I
know these niggas can't fuck with me (can't fuck with me)
Asshole by nature, one deep, pussy nigga come get me (pussy nigga come on)
Hit yo ass with
a shiv tryna make him leak
I ain't got time for the beef with a neek
You're all talk till we finally meet kneel for the king Better fall to your knees
King
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