(Helicopter propeller)
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(Whisper getting louder)
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Real nigga
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Real nigga
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Real nigga
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Real nigga
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(C-Murder in background)
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From the motherfucking (?)
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On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
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It's the realist
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Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round
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Chorus (2x):
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Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
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We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers
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(C-Murder)
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I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping
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Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping
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Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at
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Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack
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Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
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I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10
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A dollar short and I'm coming
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bout to have these fools running
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Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
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Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home
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Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne
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In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you
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A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you
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Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider
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You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh
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Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya
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I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a
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Chorus (2x)
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(Magic)
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I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers
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Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real
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Nigga give me the strap and get in the back
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This shit is about to get real
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I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
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They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap
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Now I'm getting paid for screaming NINTHWARD
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I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm
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So now when i ride I take the nine with
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It don't take less than 2.5 to get me
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I'm with C, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb
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Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve
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Who gone ride with me (my niggas)
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Who gone die with me (my niggas)
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Who gone bust at these cowards with me
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Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a
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Chorus (2x)
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(Ke'Noe)
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Now Ke'Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking track
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oughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right)
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But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers
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you them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass)
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You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die
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but they'll take a bullet?
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Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger
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I got ready to get home and sound some loot
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I'ma pull it, just to think
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I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract
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Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right
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Ask T how the fuck I act
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I was riding on niggas block
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when you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass)
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I done made a little motherfucking money
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so you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)
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I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed
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So every drop that hit the ground,
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for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe)
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I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone
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But if C call me nigga and take one of you niggas home
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fuck, ride nigga, what
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We some
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Chorus (4x)
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Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass,
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punk ass, playa hating pussy
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motherfuckers out there talking shit
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Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers,
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you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom)
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Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,
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ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot
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stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH!
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(Chorus come in low and gets louder)
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That means you bitch
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3rd ward, nightward nigga
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No Limit, cause I'm in it
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Nigga Ke'Noe, again on the motherfucking bito!
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Daily soungs nigga incognito! Bitch
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Ride on Dem Bustas
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