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big tuck - these niggas ain't real lyrics

[hook – 2x]
you n-ggas ain’t real, you n-ggas ain’t real
you n-ggas ain’t real, that’s real

[big tuck]
you n-ggas ain’t real, real n-ggas know that
we’ll come to your doormat, (-gun shot-) hold that
b-tch n-ggas talk down, real n-ggas tote rounds
move crack through the town, survived up and down
been there done that, can’t lose f-ck that
fall off bounce back, fake n-ggas hate that
i know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true
be real with a n-gga be real with you, you get a chick southside too
stay on top of game, it’s hard to shoot red beam to aim
gotta get that change, disregard the fame
why y’all n-ggas hate, we shook back to divide up the cake
won’t stop we fill the plate, y’all n-ggas better get it straight

[hook – 4x]

[trae]
these n-ggas ain’t real, i’ma show ’em the definition
reputation of a -ssh0l- by nature, the truth is what n-ggas missing
i’m gon expose some n-ggas out here what the deal, quick to stealed
they never gon fight and they never gon k!ll, he’s alright but he is not real
say what you know about trae, better yet what you know about ro
not too much but you n-ggas know, these n-ggas here never be hoes
for real i promise these n-ggas, be putting me in my zone
till they get p-ssed off and i get to cl!cking, get to running they b-tch -ss home
i forever maab, slow loud and bangin’ never changing but rearranging
throwing our sh-t like troy aikman, then back to the west like gary payton
for the 2k3 they can’t see me, we a.b.n. out s.u.c
b-tch n-ggas better beat they feet, ain’t no way you finna f-ck with me
ain’t no way you finna f-ck with boss, ain’t no way you finna f-ck with b
jay’ton, dsr hate the cl!ck and boys lose they t–th
i hope you feel what i’m telling y’all, if you don’t then i’m swelling y’all
straight up on the cl!ck, pull out the mack and f-ck ’em all

[hook – 4x]

[z-ro]
these n-ggas ain’t real, they just act like they got nuts
24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling us
i’m one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers
why blow with beef hopping out on fo’ crutches, dedicate that to all busters
guerilla maab they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks
they daily pertaining m double a-b, everyday for screw it’s r.i.p
one day d-nkie gon be free, no more penitentiary
up on the stage with us getting paid g’s, cause i’m straight out of no cash
a broke motherf-cker, named z-ro
that was a long time ago, because now i got some c-notes
i’ma waste my time in a jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview
cause y’all motherf-ckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my rearview
but i ain’t scared, been shot a few times but i ain’t dead
made some moves but i ain’t red, on a block in mo city ain’t bled
so i claim that -ss mine, when you revenge watch you out a vine
homie you better respect my mind, or be the next n-gga to get found face down

[hook – 4x]

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