| Black the Ripper
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| Vintage shit
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| Black Is Beautiful Vol.2
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| Flava
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| You’re always making these bangers babes
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| What’s good, holla at me
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| Yoo, real recognise real I’m the best in the game
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| These man sell gimmicks, I’m just selling my pain
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| In the form of lyrics
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| You wanna know the difference?
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| They spit from the brain, I spit from the spirit
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| Talk it cause I live it
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| Walking while I’m whipping
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| Listening to 2Pac
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| Picture me rolling in something tinted
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| Rolling the spliff with the chick
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| That is mixed with Guyanese and Chinese
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| Leaning on my pimp shit
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| Scheming I’mma hit this, she knows I got a big dick
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| And said for Christmas she put me on her wish list
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| Hard for kiss kiss, she calls me a thug
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| I say 'don't call me that'
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| She says what about the drugs?
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| I’m like, no babe, that’s business
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| I gotta paid in every way, I swear God is my witness
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| Every day I try not to be a statistic
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| But it’s hard when you’re in the bits, frustrated going schiz
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| I don’t know how long I’ll be for
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| I wake up and think Lord, 'will I see tomorrow?'
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| I play for keeps, you borrow
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| Your weak, fuck your mix CD’s you homo (x2)
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| Samson the golden child, got the girls going wild
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| My flow and style is enough to make your girl leave you
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| These man are see-through like windows
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| Fake negros
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| They can’t afford my Ralph Lauren plimsoles (That's a pisstake)
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| That’s how shit goes, some man are broke
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| Some get rich what can I say, life is a bitch
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| In London niggas die when they snitch
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| So keep silent lips at all times
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| And mind the pigs
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| Cause minor shit can escalate
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| So never underestimate
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| Situations are deep, got niggas hating on me
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| Because my name’s on the street and they’re unknown
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| But I ain’t blow, I’ve just got status and P’s
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| You can’t tell me that I’m not real
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| I rep for all the talented unsigned artists
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| Because I know how you feel
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| Certain niggas will sell their soul to get a record deal
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| That’s the deepest part;
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| How they the richest with the weakest bars?
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| If your driving
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| I want you to put your hazard lights on right now
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| Pull up on the left somewhere
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| And drop the fucking top let it ride
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| If you ain’t got roofless whip
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| Then put all your windows down and bang it!
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| You know how we do, Black Magic Entertainment
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| Prof I see you, Felon I see you. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Recognise Real , by - Black The Ripper. Song from the album Unreleased Shit, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп