| Real nigga shit
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| Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB
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| We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
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| Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
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| Niggas called me to set you up
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| Want me to come and wet you up
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| 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie
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| Heard about the shit with Diddy
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| So I came through to vest you up
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| And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
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| A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
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| I got L.A. unified
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| You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain’t testin' us
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| See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus
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| Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
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| Tax you up, but it’s OVO/Blood Money
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| Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
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| Dawg, fame is a motherfucker
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| Do a nigga four favors, when you can’t do the fifth
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| How soon they forget?
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| Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif'
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| How are niggas s’posed to love you niggas?
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| Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
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| Drake told me not to trust you niggas
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| Your energy off, you’re finicky, I rush you niggas
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| Just walkin' 'round the crib like, «Why a nigga can’t live?
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| Get this money, fuck these bitches though?»
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| Thinkin' 'bout the beef like:
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| «We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical»
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| This my city, nigga, everybody know it
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| Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four-pound
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| Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain’t gotta show it
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| L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
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| Niggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
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| Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I’m fucked up
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| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
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| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
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| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me
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| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
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| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid
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| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid
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| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid
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| All I ever asked is one
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| Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
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| Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
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| To every single fuckin' function
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| Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
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| And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
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| Now, when I see 'em, they’re the ones that’s actin' funny
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| People been reachin' out to me
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| And I’m on some straight unresponsive shit
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| I would have so many friends
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| If I didn’t have money, respect and accomplishments
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| I would have so many friends
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| If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
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| I would have all of your fans
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| If I didn’t go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit
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| I would have so many more friends
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| If I lost my success and my confidence
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| I’m in the club every time that they play the competition
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| If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
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| Yeah, nobody’s even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
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| Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
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| My circle got so small that it’s a period, sayin' to myself
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| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
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| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
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| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me
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| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
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| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid
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| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid
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| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid
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| All I ever asked is one
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| Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
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| Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
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| If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
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| He was Lil' Snupe, I was Meek Mill
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| Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
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| Can’t think, so you roll up that indigo
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| Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
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| Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
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| Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, «Here it go»
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| Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don’t hear me though
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| Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
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| You niggas don’t feel me though
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| That was on Suge’s watch, I’ll take Suge’s watch
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| You dissin' Drizzy, that’s cool, but don’t come to my city though
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| Not even to H-Town |
| So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
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| Strapped up from the waist down
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| That’s word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
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| Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
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| He had a young nigga right there with Meech
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| So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
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| We came up on these California streets
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| L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
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| Niggas’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard
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| Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
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| Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
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| Don’t even matter, dawg, cause I’ma always be a real nigga
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| Always be a real nigga
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| I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
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| Y’all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
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| Y’all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
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| Y’all better off realizin' there’s nothin' that y’all could do wit' me
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| All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
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| L.A. niggas be the craziest, yeah, one hunnid
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| L.A., all I ever asked is one hunnid
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| L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest, one hunnid
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| All I ever asked is one |