mind could learn to love it And when I release mine on the public Thuggish ruggish and plus it's all, real I put that on yo nine millimeter steel All judges, that's strictly real
ruin The image and the style that you used to 'cause you don't keep it real like you used to A O.G., esa, fool to the hole fa'sho So niggas slow your
they release date He facing twenty five years fed time And he ain't ever seen a day in that thing He busting heads, ha, let's keep it real I got the
to long before they release date He facing twenty-five fed time, and he aint ever seen a day in that thing. He bussing heads hu, lets keep it real, I
I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe I keeps it real hoe, for real though [Verse 2] Listen close to the
skills once upon a time on this project, yo I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper (So what) so I had to slap her,
a meal? This world is real on the heels of a final generation I remember that day in November Standin' on the roof and I'm feelin' so tender All shook
a meal? This world is real on the heels of a final generation I remember that day in November Standing on the roof and I'm feeling so tender All shook
war, there won't be anymore hunger no jealousy, not even competition let go, release, you hold the keys time we evaporate into the breeze we are nothing, we are something let go, release
in Beverly Hills She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still Believing the screens or anything there But reality shows ain't real So pretentious
don't wanna live in lala land Mumma said you're a bit naive Or just a bitch, who forgot to eat! No real rave and no release Your life is so fucking empty
moth so willing to be burned A little touch, a little taste, the pheromones embrace And I get weak with every breathe I take 'Cause it's you who released
who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so
shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do [verse1 - 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so
stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so
town Keepin it live keepin it real Arrivin' on time yeah you know how we feel You gotta get up and move side to side You gotta release and do it
Uh, uh, uh, so, so, def Cross us, you know not (So, so, def, come on, clap yo hands) 'Cuz I'm full time here dough spot (Come on, come on, come on, come
did the job, but didn't succeed When I got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe They started bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs like crusting Had the vest on so