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Real or Fake Niggas (explict)

Chorus: Final Chapter

Is you a real or a fake nigga

Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas

Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga

When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it{Final Chapter}

Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis

The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it

Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare

Cock back scream what, then face it

Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it

Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it

My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'

Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit

Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep

'cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep

I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat

Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets

Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.

Home of the legends, plus missions beats

For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka

We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka{Noreaga}

Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten

And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just

flow down to ya neck

Get ya cash up, 'cause some time you pass ass up

Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut

My flow is in and out, and out and in

No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again

And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine

Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard

If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge

Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad

Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit

You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit

Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit

Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit

While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shitChorus: Final Chapter {modified}

Is you a real or a fake nigga?

Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas

Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga

When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas

Embrace niggas

To the death, we be livin it up

All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck

Cop ya shit and bust

Don't look here, if you hate nigga

When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas

Embrace niggas{Final Chapter}

It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me

Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly

Things changin, prepare for the occasion

School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian

You ain't amazin me, or facin me

Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key

And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us

Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises

Word from the wises, get dough, break bread

Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head

And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said

Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now

Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary

Still full of couple things short like February

From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours

We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see yaChorus #2

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