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The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh It-wa it-wa it wa it was...... It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit Stop bullshittin' and make another hit I looked him in his eyes and told him that ain't shit Gimme 30 minutes and i'mma wreck this bitch So I wrote this rhyme i'mma bout to say To tell him how it went down back in the day See most niggas give they props to Run DMC But dem' niggas in the south gotta give it to me You see I was wrecking shit when they was doin' the worm Parachute pants coming through with the perm I ain't never been a pussy I was all day rough Bitches try to rap like they was always tough But thats bullshit cause niggas know my name ring bells >From M.C. J.H. ????????? Got much love for most cities but i'mma S.A. fool 7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s Let me spell it out for you, for real M- E its the same Mista Scarface from the 1980's You bitches tried to bring out'cha best but cha' can't fade me Cause I was rockin' shit when ????? was still living And you niggas was hangin' on the corner bullshittin' Now you wanna jump in the game on both feet Sell a few tapes and forget that you know me SongtexteBut remember the one you got the idea from See I'mma real artist so my ideas come But you sounded like I sounded on The World is Mine I catch you style-stealin' time after time Now you on the mission trying to sound like Puff Get cho' own shit and stop riding the jock The realest nigga down south? I gotta say thats J Y'all muthafuckas don't deserve that name And let me break it down to you one more time Think about it before you start out your rhyme I'm one of the coldest M.C. to ever touch the mic So I apply the pressure til' I bust the pipe And niggas always ask why I keep changing my style (why) Cause i keep hearing muthafuckas claiming my style And then they got the nerves to say they colder than me Then why the fuck you niggas can't go gold before me I see you on your videos on B.E.T. It makes me wanna kick a hole in my T.V. Cause i hate an individual who is fake as that I gotta dropped Bentley with a Ranch to match Nigga I finish with my shoot, my shit it can't go back You back in yo' chevette ????????? I started making records at the age 15 Affiliated with the game at age 16 An honorary member of the whole??????? Cut dem' blocks in half and continued to flip [In droning voice] [And now I got you figured that I'm not to old Never will i fall off cause i'm wasn't too old] ??? to the seminar and shit went cool Started talking bout they bitches and the boys got booed Heart-broke packed up shit and headed for home Then I spoked to Lil' James on the telephone Where the real niggas come from(repeats to end) (Scarface talking to end) Aus Songtexte Mania