s a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes I love black thighs, you sisters better realize The real hair and real eyes get real
more Just 'cause everybody on the internet hittin' download Now it?s my turn to hit it If you don?t get it by the end of this song you won?t get it Real
wit the program I'm fast on a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man, goddamn (Take it all, you need me) YB gang, that's the new thang Brand new chain is
told her, it's just like the Beano It's not real And if it was, well, so what? Let's all lighten up [Brad] Give me a Bud and a slice And leave out the book
dream Just as real as can be, papa There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office and he was saying to me "Rose, get yourself some new orchestrations New routines
been in my heart Before I know that you can cook Girl, you shine like a brand new dime The love I have for you is more than all my chicks combined for real
real Most y'all killers ain't even twenty-two years old Ain't never felt the cold wet behind the ears Know what real pain is, cried real tears I go
harder Just havin fun with the bitch, as she sprung on my dick Guess I'll pull it out and just cum on the bitch And from New Year's Day to New Year's
peel my cap I got a million dollars and a million raps Short Dogg's on the mic spitting real shit Seen my videos lately, got my real fix I smoke alot
us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money, cash, hoes, how real
, shh hush puppy, My new chain's got red and blue ice man I call it my slush puppy, Yeah, let me clap them with the reminder flow, I was best new comer
I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid if not rap for the fact of how real
Since a rook I did everything in the book Puttin' those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya Loc this rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga Chorus
'em move to the beat Your gun finger in the air for prisoners on lock Your gun finger in the air for revolution pawn cock Gettin' paid out the books
Coz even though we never spoke one time I thought I lost the only chance to make her mine A couple years past, College was great Just got a new job,
orchestra But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and
from you Yo Dallas man these five young boys Out of Atlanta GA are a real adventure They kinda like remind me of me and my boys New Edition, know what
beats Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever, we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest