you lose that shit For real man, shit can happen in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man Recognize that for real You're never promise
you was down for this shhh Now you wanna act like a clown for the tricks, uh Belo don't think so You can kick up your heels hit the back or the front
wherever we are Flipping bar foreign cars, double R Jaguars [Chorus: Carmen San Diego] You don't wanna bang with us Cause you know we dangerous If you real, you can
[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out classic status, you feel me? We had to
man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour
need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do, On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you? So screw you, we're true warriors like
the stage, make ya day If you layin up, when we gon' make some way Make someday, shit, we ain't came to play Came to stay, comin wit that ill shit Take
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll
Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real
the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi Am I, gon' run or stay, can I get away no you can't can't I surrendi? And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot In my
you know You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds and shit aint nothin' wrong with that that's beautiful baby That is truly beautiful This shit
One year I hear about you, next year I don't hear about you no more Got people in Oakland, Bronx Lebanon to Fillmore Carry updated trunk funk That stuff you program is for punks I can't
like it ain't no tomorrow If I tell her, now you can have all the pussy you want But when I hoe get a mack in her life, she can't front I bump a bitch
You niggs ain't no real emcee's You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees So I love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at
she can handle me I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen) a real woman that can bring out the man in me Ey yo a bandit queen (where are you?) She look
all real, no preservatives God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit Don't front, I'll catch you
sight, you an me both we can get respect, two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck, you my type, you ol hoe, you my type, you know. [Chorus: Christion
] Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive in the city you