| God forgive us, 'cause we do not know what we do
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| We only do what we see
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| The Gift, all my real niggas out there
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| No Limit forever, man
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| I told you it ain’t over, I made these niggas
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| I’m back to get what’s mine
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| This my life ughh
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| This my life, nigga
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| No Limit forever
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| Boss of all bosses
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| Godfather of this shit, nigga
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| A little skinny nigga, call me underdog
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| Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars
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| It’s funny how the rock will change a nigga’s life
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| Went from sleeping on floors to mansions fuckin' overnight
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| Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes
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| A hundred Gs to the preacher, should’ve seen his eyes
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| My auntie cry, every time when she sees me strapped
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| But these niggas will kill you, life is just one trap
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| Keep my pistol cocked homie, I don’t fuck with cowards
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| Took my bitch out the hood, here’s a million dollars
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| Put my trust in god, and I love haters
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| 'Cause every time they talk, nigga I get paper
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| Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
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| Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in
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| Boz called this shit last year, man this shit funny
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| Real niggas will turn bitch over a little money
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| I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey
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| 'Cause when I was hurtin', he ain’t talk shit
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| He said kitchen dro' it
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| Yeah, let’s make a toast to this real shit
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| And all the bullshit we had to deal with
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| Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
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| I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
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| Rollin' up swishers to this real shit
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| Still prayin' for the patience not to kill shit
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| Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
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| It’s no limit to this real shit
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| It’s the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable
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| So it’s nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you
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| Tie you and your bitch up, then hop in the truck with you
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| You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you
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| This next bar for Rihanna, I’m fuckin' you
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| Gangsta, hit it doggystyle with Chris Brown bumpin' too
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| Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope
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| Drove 'raris, parked Masi’s crooked on Appalachian slopes
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| Ey yo P they ain’t seen a cold nigga like this, B
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| These are the memoirs of the gold rope
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| Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke
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| Crazy motherfucker, my conscious stream Four Loko
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| Ice-T in them bricks, I been fuckin' with CoCo
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| 11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. |
| Joe
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| Birds by the boatload, that bitch-life in a chokehold
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| It’s hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho
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| Yeah, ain’t no limit to this real shit
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| Mastering them Ps since 12, it’s time to kill shit
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| Yeah, let’s make a toast to this real shit
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| And all the bullshit we had to deal with
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| Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
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| I pray 20 years later that I’m still rich
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| Rollin' up swishers to this real shit
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| Still prayin' for the patience not to kill shit
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| Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks
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| It’s no limit to this real shit
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| Uh huh
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| Keep the credits rollin' nigga
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| This my movie, I’m the director
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| I told y’all niggas
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| Y’all have woke up the motherfuckin' sleeping giant |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real, artist - Master P. Album song The G Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп