| Man, dog
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| You all can’t fool a real nigga ainna
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| Man, you can’t fool no real nigga, dog
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| You can tell a fuck nigga anything, dog
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| But you can’t run that shit on a real nigga
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| Y’all niggas, y’all rap niggas, dog
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| TV-ass niggas who done sold two, three, four-mill or five million records, dog
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| A million records
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| And you steady hollering, bitch, you got a hundred bars
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| And you got them for ten-five
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| Oh, you can’t fool a real nigga, dog
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| Bitch, you a full-time rapper now, nigga
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| That’s all you do
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| You rap
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with being a full-time rapper, dog
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| But stop running on the…
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| I think you can run it on a real nigga, dog
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| And you little young niggas that’s coming up, dog
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| Dropping a nigga a CD
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| Getting, wanting niggas to listen to your shit, nigga
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| And you on there talking 'bout you Birdman, bitch, and you ain’t got a car
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| You on there, talking that gangsta and you ain’t even did nothing out here
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| Next time, a nigga give you a CD, dog
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| And you listen to it
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| And you know this nigga ain’t 'bout what he on here talking 'bout
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| Slap that fuck nigga right in his mouth, dog
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| You say you know a nigga realer than Plies
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| But where he at?
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| Certified, pussy ass nigga
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| 100% real nigga, dog
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| Get it how you live, nigga |