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