Yeah, death before dishonor
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And you know we bringin death to niggas that dishonor that
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(Hook)
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I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
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That’s just what real niggas do
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If I gotta kill this bitch, I’ma kill her, you dig?
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
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That’s what she gets for being that nigga’s boo
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(Verse)
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I don’t like tim elbows and sammy the bull
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I put my gun in they mouth and that trigger I pull
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Like it’s tellin, what part of the game is that?
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You wanna be called the snitch, what kind of name is that?
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That brooklyn bullshit, you know I’m audi
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Had to kill a brooklyn nigga, 6 in the morning
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He was about to brag, so his life god took it
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Man I don’t give a fuck if we both from brooklyn
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I got 40 .40 cals, a hunnder hundred shots calicos
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And about 44 .44’s
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My grandmoms know I be thugging
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Ever since I was a young she couldn’t tell me nothing
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She used to say don’t let them boys to kill you
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I ain’t got money to bury you, I said grandma I feel you
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I said grannie, even if you did
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I refuse to let them niggas push back my wig
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I shot the kids so they shut the door up
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She said boy you better go and shoot em all up
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Police came, my grandma ain’t tell them shit
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She like fuck that, my grandson gonn handle that shit
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Either when I got shot and they tried to make me snitch
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My grandma start laughing like he ain’t gonna tell you shit, and I didn’t!
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She know I follow the code of the street
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Even my grandma used to say fuck the police!
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(Hook)
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I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
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That’s just what real niggas do
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If I gotta kill this bitch, I’ma kill her, you dig?
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
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That’s what she gets for being that nigga’s boo
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(Verse)
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Heard a nigga talking to the fall force
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Gotta introduce him to the .44
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Slide upon him in a volvo
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Shoot him 10 times in slow mo
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Deal get a rush when I open the jar
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Ding in the park coke in the corn
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Enemies got no hope when it’s on
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You get a hand shot if you go for it john
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My mom and grandma, both of them gone
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My old head mike shoot dope in his arm
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You ain’t never have to sell coke in the storm
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Or how your door kicked in 4 in the morn’
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Nah, real niggas doing rap beats
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We put hands on them crack teeth
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All these rap niggas act sweet
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100 hot choppa in the backseat
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21 when I fold the murder
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I’m out brooklyn with uncle murda
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I toss 40 if you want a birdie
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I’m at the store, tryina take a 40
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(Hook)
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I gotta go and kill this nigga, he sold us to the feds
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma shoot him and make sure his faggot ass dead
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That’s just what real niggas do
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If I gotta kill this bitch, I’ma kill her, you dig?
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That’s just what real niggas do
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I’ma throw that pretty bitch right over the brooklyn bridge
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That’s what she gets for being that nigga’s boo
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Real Niggas Do
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| Uncle Murda |
