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I'm the realest |
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the realest nigga |
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the realest nigga |
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[Verse 1] |
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I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking |
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I got something in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action |
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Keep 'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya crews at? (crews at?) |
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Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes at? (shoes at?) |
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I said I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga |
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I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga |
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And I ain't scared of none of y'all, talking gums with you white |
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Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but dices |
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Now, who the realest down south?, spittin game with that speech |
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These niggaz recognize my face and keep they name on the street |
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Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe now (breathe now) |
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Shit, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now (eat now) |
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You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking they dreams |
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I'm top five, dead or alive off one sixteen |
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And this twenty talking to you nigga neva forget |
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And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet |
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[Hook x4] |
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I'm the realest |
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the realest nigga |
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the realest nigga |
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[Verse 2] |
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It ain't easy, but I do it like its nothing to me |
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Now everybody talking greasy but they frontin' to me |
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Oh yeah you down to move a pound, where ya weight at (weight at) |
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I got a deal just off a verse and niggaz hate that (hate that) |
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After the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the clique |
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Disrespect, cause an effect of pimpin' a trick |
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While you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit |
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We on tour, pullin whores every city wit hit |
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Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the record |
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If you know you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit |
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Cuz I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste that (taste that) |
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I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? (face at?) |
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Don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked |
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My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that shit diet coke |
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And it's the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain't that |
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I-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go |
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[Hook x4] |
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I'm the realest |
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the realest nigga |
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the realest nigga |
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[Bridge] |
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Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) |
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Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty) |
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[Verse 3] |
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Its time to dig into ya chest, I been waiting for a minute |
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Know you heard about my vest, you can't wait to get up in it |
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If ya girl is into singing then its no prob (no prob) |
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But I don't care if she can blow, I want a blow job (blow job) |
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Push the seat way back, while a pimp ride slow |
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With a short dog 'Lac, gone off Hydro |
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Playboy 2-0, shoot a grand on a stripper |
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And she down to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip her |
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Cuz this the big league and you all street shooters |
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And ya shoots going go, so the heat's going through ya |
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If you ain't down to make a stand, you get laid down (laid down) |
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That just the way these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-Town) |
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Throw ya side up high, let the people know you repping |
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Any zone, any hood, any block, any section (come on) |
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I'm the streets first choice, when its come to who's realest |
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Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you feel it |
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[Hook x4] |
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I'm the realest |
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the realest nigga |
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the realest nigga |
