I know you fuckers envy, B-Real and Mr. Marley [Chorus x2: Damian Marley] (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) Analog or digital
Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit Blowed away, flowin' away Chillin' like a mothafucka On this hot ass day
the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first
Now Tell Me Now Can You Roll Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean For A Boss B*Tch Grab A Pen And
t scream your name then your game just shot I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss Ill drop a couple stacks and watch your ass get lost Joc the real
Burn my cit's on fire burn modern day tragedy crim on the rise police brutality my reality's B-A-D cuz the F-A-C-T of the matter's getting sadder check
Blow Them Bonivilles Turn To Bm'z(Whhhhhoo) Some Niggas Want To B Mike But Me I Want 2 B Him (Man Lookin Good Man) 4 Finger Rang Rope Chain N Medallion
act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's real [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like
Like the fire needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there) Yea, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real
Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there Yea,I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, this real shit
your bitch house, limpin', nigga Stompin', pimpin' [Chorus] [EightBall] Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real
meet a b*ich, mack her then rip her apart. It's all in the game, a nigga can't change, If you don't break a b*thc then your game is lame mane. See I'm
get enuff. [Verse 2: MJG] I saw you walkin in tha club witcha throwback, Witcha hair bent up, Witcha flip flops on, Now go head take it off get naked, Mix a lil r&b
, it's all about love, like when the bouncer Creepin' us in the back door with the snubs Wicked society, deep conspiracy theory be real, for real can
[Intro: 9th Prince] Yo, yeah, yeah I don't even talk to y'all niggas Not on the streets I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though Word up, Baby Jesus locked
