major playa hatin a nigga can't win for losin I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do but I'm hustlin the same thing as you nigga I came to the
your way back around and don't stop till the night fades away, coz you only live once don't just party away.(x4) trust, hear dat, ain't lieing you know, real
the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] [B-Real
, status becomes stood Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and What's real
to get 'em (whoa) from the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners High off 'caine, robbin everything It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride with me equals 4
was born ready bro Our here on the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow Boys out of line, pull the thing
Smirnoff Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard Theodore See it's pure, let iy rain curly ounces Bang him with the thing
Aw man Put that ol' dumb horn down Hey, Jazzy Jazzy Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like He-he-ha 1-2-3-4 Don't stop the rock Now
all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him
nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine But that's one thing the real nigga here despise
up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to
Nas: Yo Yo Puffy: Gansta Gansta Nas: Gansta Yo Puffy: That's Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'
Yo! we done feelin' shit They got us smellin' like flowers Real hahahaha..... YEAH! they thought CNN was over T.O.N.Y We still here [Chorus] Mary J Blige
if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready My crew in the front got it lock my live niggas in the back got the gat so were true to this black 4-4 like
fuck that yo (word up) We're gonna go get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo (listen, listen, listen
, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things, sick
Yo, go ahead and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat
Game's on top Now you jealous of him, when your shit gon' stop? You 'CB4,' youse a bitch nigga 'Straight Outta Locash' L.A. don't believe him, this nigga