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