Real and Fake feat. O.G. Ant,C Woodz

歌詞

(*talking*) Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set Get your hustle on, check me out on this one Get your money mayn, yeah (Hook - 2x) The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make (Lil' Keke) I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk Southside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's at From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all that It's weight by the freight, this the cocaine state You know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plate Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot Come up short more than once, and get the glock in your vault You know it's open court, so we running fast break In the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah (Hook - 2x) (Chris Ward) We got hood control, we on hood patrol While your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is gold Plus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the pound But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em down But the very second we do, go to rocking it up Watch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit up You see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though They'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit Now it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with So therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and about Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler (Hook - 2x) (H.A.W.K.) See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals I'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills See whatever I got, gon sell I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs Infested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged It ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud (Hook - 2x)