i am a real man, i don't understand that i have a mind of my own, i don't need to be this macho clone, i've never cried in my life, i get home from work
. (Bun B) Say man, Look up in the sky it's a plane, it's a bird (bird), Now it's just the thrillest playaz that u eva heard, we recognize it's real,
poppin' Girl, I got shit that your man ain't coppin' You could hop in when your man ain't watchin' Give you one option, temperature's droppin' Gettin
I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to f**k Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's
B.I.G. here we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when
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
'd rather be in jail then broke, this s-t is wack Jizzle only word for ya dog, this s-t is crack Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is back [Chorus
I'd rather be in jail then broke, this shit is wack Jizzle only word for ya dog, this shit is crack Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is back [
think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2
a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and
It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man
respect When others were dissin' me, I'm talkin' bout the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini And also the force MD, you treated a brother real
shame And the shit's gone too far Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me tell you how it happened
want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize? Every man goes through mad drama, and every man
on this record Yaknahmsayin'? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin' man You know brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man
black dudes Robbin Niggers bare faced I knew it wasnt fair mate We'd lick a couple lappys And we'd meet up at the staircase Uncle B was the realest thing
