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