[Featuring Magic Ke'Noe]
(Helicopter propeller)
(Whisper getting louder)
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
(C Murder in background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round
Chorus (2x):
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers
(C-Murder)
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping
Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10
A dollar short and I'm coming
bout to have these fools running
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home
Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you
Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider
You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh
Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya
I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a
Chorus (2x)
(Magic)
I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back
This shit is about to get real
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap
Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD
I written this shit, I took
