Текст песни Big Tuck f Trae, Z-Ro - These Niggas Ain`t Real
Big Tuck f Trae, Z-Ro - These Niggas Ain`t Real слова песни
[Hook - 2x]You niggaz ain`t real, you niggaz ain`t realYou niggaz ain`t real, that`s real[Big Tuck]You niggaz ain`t real, real niggaz know thatWe`ll come to your doormat, (*gun shot*) hold thatBitch niggaz talk down, real niggaz tote roundsMove crack through the town, survived up and downBeen there done that, can`t lose fuck thatFall off bounce back, fake niggaz hate thatI know they do, whatever happens gotta stay trueBe real with a nigga be real with you, you get a chick Southside tooStay on top of game, it`s hard to shoot red beam to aimGotta get that change, disregard the fameWhy y`all niggaz hate, we shook back to divide up the cakeWon`t stop we fill the plate, y`all niggaz better get it straight[Hook - 4x][Trae]These niggaz ain`t real, I`ma show `em the definitionReputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missingI`m gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal, quick to stealedThey never gon fight and they never gon kill, he`s alright but he is not realSay what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about RoNot too much but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoesFor real I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zoneTill they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running they bitch ass homeI forever Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin` never changing but rearrangingThrowing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like Gary PaytonFor the 2K3 they can`t see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.CBitch niggaz better beat they feet, ain`t no way you finna fuck with meAin`t no way you finna fuck with Boss, ain`t no way you finna fuck with BJay`Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they teethI hope you feel what I`m telling y`all, if you don`t then I`m swelling y`allStraight up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck `em all[Hook - 4x][Z-Ro]These niggaz ain`t real, they just act like they got nuts24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling usI`m one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushersWhy blow with beef hopping out on fo` crutches, dedicate that to all bustersGuerilla Maab they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaksThey daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it`s R.I.POne day Dinkie gon be free, no more PenitentiaryUp on the stage with us getting paid G`s, cause I`m straight out of no cashA broke motherfucker, named Z-RoThat was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notesI`ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearviewCause y`all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my rearviewBut I ain`t scared, been shot a few times but I ain`t deadMade some moves but I ain`t red, on a block in Mo City ain`t bledSo I claim that ass mine, when you revenge watch you out a vineHomie you better respect my mind, or be the next nigga to get found face down[Hook - 4x]