| Pooh, you a fool for this one
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| Go Grizz
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| Damn, man, it’s a shame, my nigga
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| (Some things just don’t go)
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| Seem like every time you put your hand out to gift somebody, some nigga bite
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| your shit
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| You know, I ain’t done nothin' but keep it real with them niggas, you heard me?
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| But shit, that’s how shit go
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| Some niggas want you locked up
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| Check this out, look
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| My nigga took the charge for me, for that, he real
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| What would he think of convicted felons who step and press that brand new crib?
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| Jumped off my grandma porch, ever since, I been in the field (Sorry, grandma)
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| The real fans feelin' like I changed since I got this deal
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| That really hurt me to my heart, Sosa died on this block
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| I got turned on to Young Jefe, then went and got a Glock (Glizzy)
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| I was out searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige
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| I told lil' Filthy, «It's Crip love, I love you with my heart»
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| Real love, yeah
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| I’m searching for a real love
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| But I guess that I’m blinded
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| I’ve been searching for so long, but I just can’t seem to find it
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| I lost lil' Quahfee to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer
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| They sent lil' Leeky up that creek, too much shit I can’t handle
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| He got a bitch on Facebook with Dickie 'fits and camo (On God)
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| Tim cock it back and let it bust 'til it ain’t got no ammo
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| Shout out to Brozak, he taught me to put the paper first (Stack up the guap)
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| It hurt to face the fact my lil' cousin on paperwork
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| And I’m the one showed you the shit, that’s why I wanna slap you
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| All the iron you slung and licks you hit, that shit don’t hold no value
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| Real love
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| I’m searching for real love
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| This for my dawgs in the pavement
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| And you ain’t have to take a stand, but you still made a statement (R.I.P.
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| to all my motherfuckin' niggas)
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| Real love, yeah
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| I’m searching for a real love
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| It’s too late for all that butter love
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| I gotta show you come straight from the gutter love
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| Young black man, the chosen one, he took his family out of poverty
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| What do you do when you’ve been crossed so many times without apology?
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| Mind naturally stable, but I don’t think I’m able mentally
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| The way I bang the wheelchair, you would think I had a disabling
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| While I was out seekin' for love, I lost myself, it ain’t no fair to me
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| I was writing raps inside my cell, I scream and yell, this not to the place to
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| be
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| Who going next, it’s maybe me
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| Stress to my girl like «Baby, please»
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| Don’t play with us, we play for keeps
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| All of my niggas slang iron in the streets
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| Top shotta droppin' a bag, I bet I get him deceased
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| Red watched him put on his mask, I want them niggas six feet
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| Don dada who self-employed but still sing to the streets
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| Big choppers, we love to bust 'em every time that it’s beef
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| Take me out the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out me
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| We just some cold-blooded killers, we gon' live in these streets
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| And we been steppin' on them niggas every time that it’s beef
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| Want them niggas dead and gone this week |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Love , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album QPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп