[Intro:]
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Damn, when I leave all the real motherfuckers in the pins
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Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up
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Set all these motherfuckers straight
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Ye this Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross
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Not the floss
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Yeah them suckers got the game right now
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They don't make 'em like they used too
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[Chorus:]
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Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
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They don't make 'em like they used too
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No more, no more, no more
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Real niggaz
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Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
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They don't make 'em like they used too
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No more, no more, no more
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Real niggaz
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[Verse 1:]
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I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
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I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
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I vow to keep it real, never break the promise
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Niggaz yell and deaf for focus honour, they dishonest
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They some scrape piranhas, and the condo stakes up on us
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Blame and framed up hatred, that's deeper than hatin' on us
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How could you cut your brothers throat for the love of money
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Snitching, cops don't even tell on eachother dumbie
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Can't even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention
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Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at 'em
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Offer them they papers, them niggaz autograph them
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They got them dreaming in ways
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Taught only my daughters had 'em
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My circle's founded by, family who down to rise
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We're moving mountain side, I'm surrounded by
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Real niggaz
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[Interlude:]
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Yeah we still got some real ones out here
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Ain't too many, but you know that's the ones we'll be fucking with
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Yeah, I'm in the studio tonight, Crooked I
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Thanks baby, it's about time
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Got a real motherfucker reached out for OG
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You know what I'm sayin',
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He was tryin' to get himself back on his feet
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And gave a shot
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[Verse 2:]
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Take a look around at the niggaz I came in the game with
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I'm in the same click, I'm on the same ship
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Clifford Harris shit, I'm on that same tip
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I never change over chains I never shape shift
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I never transform, I eat decepticons
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And megatron's ain't nothing but test you on
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Checking up in my restaurant
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You with them detectives huh
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Tryin' to help to arrest a don
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I have my niggas knife in chest
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And carve hex a gun
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They heard what I said, yes
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Reckon for the feds, yes
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We got the word, them cameras behind
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Them TV's in your hair ress
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And I ain't new to this game
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We'll either live together as brothers
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Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King
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[Chorus:]
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Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
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They don't make 'em like they used too
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(Nah)
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No more, no more, no more
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Real niggaz
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Real niggaz, real niggaz, real niggaz
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They don't make 'em like they used too
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(They don't)
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No more, no more, no more
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Real niggaz
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Real Niggaz
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Crooked I |