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yo gotti – real niggas lyrics

[hook]
man, what happened to my real n-ggas
man, what happened to the real n-ggas
they in the feds, they gone, i put my life in this song
man, what happened to my real n-ggas
homie, just feel my pain, this sh-t gon’ drive me insane
i wrote this hear for all my real n-ggas
man, what happened to the real n-ggas

[verse 1]
you a real n-gga, what happened homie
heard you running with the enemy, you tripping homie
you wasn’t raised like that, that ain’t your background
you got a little money with n-ggas, that’s how you act now?
streets a motherf-cker
not to mention, n-ggas treat you like my blood brother
but once you cross that line, you gotta stay there
and if you playing both sides, know you got to lay there
d-mn, p-ssed me off, and no more playing fair
hundred bands and guns, that’s what i call warfare
ain’t n0body safe, any n-gga get it
don’t call my phone, ain’t sh-t to talk about, you know you did this

[hook]

[verse 2]
once upon a time you was a real n-gga
but now you disloyal, you just a field n-gga
what type of n-gga your n-gga brought from the other side
we don’t shake hands with the enemies, we do homicides
it’s ridgecrest mafia for life, and f-ck the other side
you never see me say a word, you just see gun fire
cause gangsters don’t talk, and drama don’t slide
one thing i hate the most, a n-gga playing both sides
just know you don’t slide, get his -ss from both sides
make him scream, oh lord, like he in church getting baptized
i’m on my f-ck the world, don’t really f-ck with me
my young n-ggas, that’s all i got, this other sh-t ain’t nothing to me
old -ss n-ggas better sit down
p-ssy -ss n-ggas better get down
i need a ?, c.m.g. the motherf-cking squad
any n-gga round me best sound hard
n-gga best be squad, down to do their time, to catch a charge
this a family n-gga, and you must play your part
now they say i’m crazy cause i go to war with the whole city
but f-ck n-gga, i give these hoes the business
and i put that on me, i ain’t never give no statement
i ain’t never copped no plea
i let money fight my cases, i get money and i go hard
i let haters do the hating
when you p-ssies ready to face me, i be right here just waiting
matter fact i’m getting patient
sipping on that hen’ getting wasted
imma’ catch a murder one and i can taste it
how you get so far, then go back to the basis
i built up gucci and boosie, some of this sh-t you just can’t shake it
some of this sh-t, you gotta embrace it
some of these problems, you gotta erase it
so i keep ?, f-ck their b-tches till i run these n-ggas crazy
n-ggas ain’t real anyway
we the g in gangster, you the g in g-y, p-ssy

- yo gotti lyrics

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