wrong baby? [whispering like "The 6th Sense"] I see gay people... [Tha Realest] Death Row shit; Assassin on the track I be Tha Realest - fuck Hollywood! (Fuck
fuck niggas pillars Robbing fake dope dealers And these fake ass killers for my niggas They keep they fingers on the triggers 'Cause they heard about you business And these fuck
Shoes U Need 10 Socks But These Niggas Is Actors Like Rick Foxx Stick 2 The Script Or Fuck Around And Get Written Out We In This Mu'tha Fucka Throwin
I'm gonna blast hoe Fuck the five O And the motherfuckin jumpin grass Searching a real nigga in his draws Like they ass a fag Get yo god damn hands of a real
't fuck what you mean playa Playas from tha Hollywood evergreen is my hood Smoking city show them gold teeth Riding in tha woods brakin' on some pound In tha south Memphis fuckin
this So fuck you lets just end this. And what about our friendship And what you did was senseless. You thought you found an exit. Like I said lets end this. Tha
out classic, separate the real from the plastic And I ain't gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck
, guess who motherfuckers? I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobodyhell nah All I give a fuck about
happened to the body? Nigga M.I.A. [Verse 2:] In that metal, where you headed nigga? To the fucking gun range. Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking
we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic And I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck
motherfuckers? [I don't give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah [And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah [All I give a fuck about is
I'm gonna blast hoe Fuck the five o And the motherfuckin jumpin grass Searching a real nigga in his draws Like they ass a fag Get yo god damn hands of a real
x Thug Money got blood on it Plus a little residue Boa, I'm telling you I put my heart on it Tha thug Money got blood on it Tha thug Money got blood on
flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic and I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck
yo hood wish you would try to flex boss pistol in my dwars hollywood north memphis boss muthafucka lossed if he real he could talk street stiil because of me I keep real
