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trouble - real is rare (edgewood) / the woods lyrics

[intro]
eardrummers
swear to god
n-gga just get the bag, don’t give no f-ck ’bout nothin’ else, get the bag anyway f-ck ’em

[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas i can’t f-ck wit ’em
f-ck n-ggas i can’t f-ck wit ’em
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
f-ck n-ggas gotta duck n-ggas
f-ck n-gga you’s a f-ck n-gga
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas

[verse 1]
what’s this, a-plus n-gga (what’s this)
you f-ckin’ wit a a-plus n-gga (woo)
try to tell my young’n stiffen up he trust n-ggas (whoa)
been burned by that bullet, i know not to trust n-ggas (i been burned by that bullet)
put faith in a b-tch, she went and f-cked a f-ck n-gga (lame -ss hoe)
same f-ck n-gga i would slide and duck wit her (ridin’ round wit a broke boi)
jokes on a broke ho, her folks want forgiveness (tuh)
went and got a ticket b-tch soon as i got out the prison (aye)
f-ck wrong wit ya huh, you not makin’ noise
let ya get a taste of this pure, streets got spoiled
hit a n-gga off wit a forty, you playin’ hard
when i say you hit a n-gga off wit a forty, he ain’t paul george
lights out, i’m the one ceasin’ the crowd noise
ain’t a d-mn thing happened to skoob, it’s murder one
that’s a homicide, let’s get the bag, no no more drums
i say get a drum, f-ck a f-ck n-gga guess what gon’ come huh

[bridge]
big troub, bi-bi-big troub
real is rare that why i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas (swear)
real is rare that why i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas (swear)
keep it in real quick, big troub
real is rare that’s why you cannot f-ck wit n-ggas (huh huh)
real is rare that’s why you cannot f-ck wit n-ggas (huh huh)

[verse 2]
now that i’m done thinkin’, i can get this paper
goddammit still drinkin’, still say yes to capers
they say i’ma bad influence, told you that few years ago (i told you)
prolly had ya main hoe bustin’ on her tip toes (what)
n-gga screamin’ thug life (thug life), i ain’t ever seen them
i be where it’s swole at, only hope is dope or rap
dice game, four-four and rap, dice game, four-four or trap
dice game, four-four and rap, dice game, four-four or trap
dice game’ll blow ya cap backwards, you playin’ games (games) draco shoot through bricks b-tch, i done watch the change frame (frame)
one time for the westside, yo kinfolk yo patna them (my patna) one time for the eastside, you good then you my bruddas them (my brudda)
that, that’s it, feel upset, murder by the kid
that, that, doin’ all that, i’m just poppin’ sh-t
that, that’s it, feel upset, bustin’ by the kid
yeah yeah

[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas i can’t f-ck wit em
f-ck n-ggas i can’t f-ck wit em
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
f-ck n-ggas gotta duck n-ggas
f-ck n-gga you’s a f-ck n-gga
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
real is rare so i rarely f-ck wit n-ggas
yeah

“the woods (skit)”

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