All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My

Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) (Yeah, I'm right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must

So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas, my gats spittin' Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this

To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) That's a real nigga for ya Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick, you know

Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and