[Chorus: Mac Dre]
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I'd rather die like a man then live my life like a bitch
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I'd rather be in the pen then live my life like a snitch
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Playa population is decreasing by millions
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So I dedicate this to all the real ones
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Real niggas, real niggas
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Real niggas, real niggas
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[Verse 1:]
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I got three rules when I hustle and ain't anyone funny
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It's like get yo money, get yo money, and oh yeah get yo money
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Can't be no punk and damn sure can't be no hoe
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I'm like the Grand National, they don't make them like me no mo'
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Doper than a joint of that sticky gooey
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Hella saucy potna, real ragooey
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I pops extra hard cause I know talk is cheap
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Tell a hoe toss it in the air, whatever I say she peeps
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See I'm about my cheese, I want G's, y'all fucked
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Down and dirty low to the ground like frog nuts
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Keep a hoe bottom lip hanging like a turtle neck sweater
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Love a freaky lesbian who can give bomb headers
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See my dick stay hard like a cave mans chisel
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Waiting for a super bad to come wet my whistle
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But my? in life is to gain cash
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And that there is more serious than a plane crash
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Real niggas, real niggas
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Real niggas, real niggas
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[Chorus x1]
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm on the mic representing that players committee
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Letting ya know that some of these niggas need a pair of tities
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Never had a player hater born in my body, never been jealous
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Just stubborn hard headed and hella rebelious
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Fly like Denzel, smooth like Billy Dean
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Some ain't feelin' me cause they can't really see
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I'm saucy cause I stay dipped hoe
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And still hit the scene, and scream what they hit fo'
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Steady havin' cash cause I'm down to take a dollar
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Quickly pop my collar, and tell that bitch a holler
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It really ain't hard it's just this pimpin and this tongue
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That get them bitches sprung, and make them wanna run
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And when I say run I mean perform it to the utmost
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Other niggas trip with they dick and wanna fuck hoes
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Pimpin's outdated is what them suckas said
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But the pimpin ain't dead it's just the hoes they mislead
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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I got the heart of a gangster, mind of a business man,
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Tongue of a pimp,
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Stupid dumb all dollars no sense
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Stay perkin', used to be off that yac
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Now I'm on that gorilla milk or that Yukon Jack
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Double R star, three c general
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Fortified with this game like vitamins and minerals
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Doper than a bottle of that dog food
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Ya'll thought I was stupid, now look how I'm comin' at ya'll fools
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Sportin' one fifties used to fuck with pumas
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Now I'm havin more money than Brinks and Lunars
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Maurice Malone, Mark Buchannon, and Enyce
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Cashin' fat checks weekly
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Beep me, if you tryin' to et churped at
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No paper you'll get cut like Elvis Grbac (I heard that)
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Punk bitch get stomped out
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Triple see ya, Mac Dre, romped out
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[Chorus]
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Real Niggas
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Mac Dre |