GILLIE DA KID - Real Niggaz lyrics

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Hook:

Real niggaz that beat us

bitch niggaz that beat them

real niggaz that beat us

bitch niggaz that beat them

real niggaz that beat us

bitch niggaz that beat them

hitch me ballin like a mother fucker

hangin all in..let's go!

Figure, gang we doctor hurt the game

strapped up, right leanin on that purple ring

this nigga violate it the sound the serving mane

he killed my man, I kill his mama we both know we heard the same

cops put the case on me 'cause makin you stick

I'm lean on yellow blow that purple that's the laker shit

Bricks up in that you homie take you rich

you niggas is rup all y'all takin ha ha ha

all the women been callin him

I'm getting face I'm a bad chick you home face but glugin in

you should see with me and poppin me BB arguing in

and buggin in, I want all of them

like bug bugger see it that price is vibe

I need that china white

homie you'll be gone the night, nigga he's on a side

say one of my voice is.. and take your work

..don't get treat me

[2 x Hook:]

More my feeling shit, I'm killing shit

I'm in this bitch with my nigga Gillie da Kid

a hundred bricks, a thousand pounds

get club on us and bitches going down

shout out to my nigga mick meal

so the deal ain't..mill

nigga rapping about cocaine

I really so that dope for real

I really fuck the hoe for real

and had around drama on a chopper

street meal we get money now

make the fuck they can't stop us

damage could they wanna, ace on my charge up

dope niggas I'm a triple crol you can't rob the robbers

put it on the..modify but dodger

paint with that candy same color is thought up

sauce if I take a loss it gonna be a murderer

I am the realest nigga walking ever heard of

you're Gotti I'm so full of zen in..and purple

and you so full of p**sy you need ten pounds and girt us

[2 x Hook:]

Real nigagaz that be us, Bitch niggaz that be them

them niggaz that you heard about this them bird out we them

you fuck around and get murder out off the word mouth pm

when them clue shot till your dough nigga,

wavin out foe foe nigga,

ha don't make me send them shooters to your address

that bullets bustin off your body like bad check

chuck gamble with your life but it's your last that

you ain't gotta smoke no PC penny get your ass wet

what we partners nigga we roll, bad bitches on hoe

my nigga wrist so cold 'cause I ball hard the rose

when I put up in that rose, all my haters just froze

all the bitches they chose ad everybody they know

[2 x Hook:]