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[B-Real]:
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I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
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I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real,
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But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
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Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
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Fuckin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
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Get the hell out,
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I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas,
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Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
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And I neva took another fuckin' MC's shit,
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And made it my first single, fuck a hit,
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Fuckin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
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I'm gonna, and all of it,
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It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record indistry,
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Sellin' out for the fame,
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I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmiks,
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Go down in flames , in the big game,
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[B-Real:
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Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
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But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage,
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To represent to the fullest,
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No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
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To the studio gangsta with the articals,
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In them magizines with the bitch editors,
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Keep it real in the game,
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Niggas got no shame,
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Now all the executives want all the fame,
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Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
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For the fuck-em indistry that's take'n all ya dough,
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I neva stole it, stole it all,
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Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
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Fools want me to fall,
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I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
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tastic,
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I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front,
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Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
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I don't respect a hypocrite, muthafuckas I despise,
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Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
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All you bruthas in the game run a check,
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Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect,
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Muthafuckas
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