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DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. That boy Fabolous. Street Fam Niggas wanna' freestyle Y'all better get your bar work together I'm tellin' you right now Friday night freestyles CLUMINATIIII!! We done seen it all, been thru it all It's quiet I put my lifetime in between the papers line Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign That say will rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you dudes My goons in the audience still clap when cued Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes In the studio in a still trappin' mood On a beat from 99 that's still slappin' dude See real rap I'm rude, disrespectful with the flow I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low She like to spit on it disrespectful little ho On some real shit, you just need a real bitch SongtexteChillin' when in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch Type you don't hear from until you get up It was quiet for you till you started turning shit up And that ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch Fridge ain't got no grub bitch but it's eat the booty like it's Publix?? Run into these type chicks NOTHING is up Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up I'm like hot damn ho here we go again Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again No more Felipe you eating cereal again No more lipo you big as Terio again Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too Wanna' small talk cause they ain't as big as you Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you Don't let the songs on the last album trigga' you (YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah Look what you done started ooh nah nah Got the twin nine milli's, my two nah nahs Used to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you We ain't lacking got the thing out or we concealing We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of their children My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions Now it's mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yea You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yea Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi air Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea (uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it's a reverend Four game sweep flows in a series of seven Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos' I'm Frank Costello yea but more ghetto Yea I'm in a house with more rooms than a hotello I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo Now I get to make king moves on rose petals Shorty stand still didn't shake no jell-o Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow On some real shit I just want some real shit Not none of this fuck shit Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit Fuck all of that weird shit I'm tired of that If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for that It's the real... DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy Fabolous Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? Queens what's good?! Whole NYC Slide what's popping? Y'all ain't ready Aus Songtexte Mania