Big City Terrorizer, say it, say it now.
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Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm speaking to all the ppl out there.
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There comes a time to where, you have to know, who you are,
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(Dipset, Skoal game)
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And what you are, to overcome things
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Oh and by the way, My name is KL....C
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The drum ma__ ya heard me?
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but this not about me, This is about the PPl's Champ
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From Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
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Tell em who you are!
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm gettin money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm gettin money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
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I'm a real motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
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I'm grindin like a rotor, and I'm postin like a sticky note
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Stackin up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope,
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boyz lookin sick, But that docta got that antidote,
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hatin cuz they broke suckas, fake as a 30 spoke.
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I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a pac __,
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But these clowns be actin funny, like a knock knock joke,
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They cramp on my style, cuz I got money and power,
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My paper long as the nile, so how them hatas like me now?
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Them bustas on the prow so I'm ten tokes down,
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I'm puttin all yall to sleep so put on your night gown,
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Some tatoos and a ice grill dont make you real,
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These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill.
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I'm a gun holdin, blunt smokin, paper chasin, ladie banger,
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fly boy somethin like a aviator,ha yeah,
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I'm you girls super hero, her caped crusader,
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So go head and hate me cuz I hate a hater.
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it take money to make money I said,
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So you gotta have dough to make bread where I'm From,
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I aint chew get it, I stay true with it,
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Barbed wire flow, dont get tangled in it,
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Real nigga yes, all about the hustle,
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till I get that call from god sayin,"I want you"
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I been trough it, I past struggle, thats right,
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Every day I in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle
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white coupe, pedal mashed down,
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Seats soft like I sat on hash brownies,
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I get money, dont ask me, ask 'round,
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Big money like I work downtown.
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I'm one hundred, but them other boys frontin,
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They just sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin,
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They sweet as apple pie, as they spreadin them lies,
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They smile up in your face but so quick to jump F__
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You swear they so cool, but they turn like doorknobs,
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They say they hardcore, but they friendlier than spongebob,
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Im tryin to stay afloat, stayin up on my note,
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So that Highness is what I tote, affordin the overcoat.
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I roll with a platoon that'll put you in your tomb,
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and then mark up your body like Mr. Cartoon,
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Its real in these streets when you chasin that guap,
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Cuz that hatin around the clock, will it ever stop,
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Probobly not.
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[Chorus]
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I'm Real, What Are You?
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| Paul Wall |
