| Yeah, haha
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| My nigga Soulja Slim in this bitch
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| (Fiend in this bitch)
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| a soulja now, fuck that
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| We going to war, nigga
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| (Niggas tryna be you, dog)
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| We bring it
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| (Niggas can’t fucking hang)
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| How we singing, this shit’s real
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| (Shit's about to get hot in this bitch)
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| Niggas better guard their grill
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| Let these motherfuckers know what the deal is
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| (Wake the fuck up)
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| Y’all can’t compare me with no nigga you know
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| hit the floor when you hear my flow, woe
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| It’s not the realest shit I ever wrote
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| That I ever smoke around niggas, that’s cut throat
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| Gotta be on my P’s and Q’s cause niggas hatin'
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| Niggas that I used to fuck with, don’t wanna see me make it
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| Rapping is my occupation, respect that
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| I left the game where it’s at but if I want to, I can go back
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| But no, I can’t be around no dope
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| Flashbacks to bad habits doing bad and selling soap
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| Bricks all in my throat, caked that coke up my nose
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| When I can make money, fuck hoes just by getting a couple of blows
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| And stay in condos and slam luxury doors
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| Everything got and paid for
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| Won’t have it no other way, another day another baller
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| Shot caller, big pistol with back against the wall
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| Shit, put that all up on daughter
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| Fuck with this No Limit shit, you put me off in that water
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| Shit, I used to snort a quarter, but now I only smoke blunts
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| Cause I get on that other level and don’t know my do’s and dont’s
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| Shit’s getting real
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| Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill
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| Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real
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| Shit’s getting real
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| Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill
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| Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real
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| Shit’s getting real
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| Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill
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| Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real
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| Shit’s getting real
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| Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill
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| Cause real niggas, can feel what we feel
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| Shit’s getting real
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| I’m known as dangerous so Fiend became a name for this
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| for this, so I can get the change for this
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| executive
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| I got a little something put you on the map
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| From the attack, villains stacking
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| Remove the keys of the night
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| Had weed on that pipe instead of that white with a fight
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| Now you’re dealing with my dog that don’t bark when they bite
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| get it right
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| And remember, it ain’t personal
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| And every single sick believe me was rehearsable
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| Out
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| better put some dirt in you
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| Hoping that walk in with the chills
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| Get the money and
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| Trying to get paid for a kill
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| Releasing these really reals
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| Fiend and, No Limits navy seal
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| Time to watch them niggas
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| Got to hit the streets again
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| Got a wake up call y’all, so I’m
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| Housed in, it’s all about this gangsta shit
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| See the bitch ride a bitch
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| Spank the bitch
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| Up early in the morning, first hit the block
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| I got a pot full of rocks with two fat ass Glocks
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| see these niggas peeping me out
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| window blowing weed out
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| niggas all G’d out
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| So I up these bitches
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| Niggas better count every blessing
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| debt
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| Well they can’t pass me, I got
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| everyday, ain’t nothing gonna change
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| Still watching them niggas lose their brain over a ho ass game
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| The more I change, I beat em
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| when I see them
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| see the heater
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| I’m hitting black lines after I see them |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getting Real, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Give It 2 'Em Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп