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Young Zee

That`s My Nigga Fo` Real

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[Young Zee]Uh, ZeeI got waiting haze, my customers ho`s, sleep with meWe have small beef, I still sell them O`s for three fiftyThey know in big beef, I pop a hundred timesBe like roadkill, I live nigga`s brains on one and ninesAnd my down bitches, they be ready to killI be like chill, they be like..[Chorus]That`s my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I`m from the Bricks, we be like)That`s my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like)That`s my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, you my nigga, talk to `em)[B-Boy]Yo, I don`t give a fuck if we don`t sell a recordWe still gon` get this money in the BricksSpill it, Zee[Young Zee]Yea, uh, yea, yeaI`m like, Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams a rawStraight from Panama, fiends eat it up like canavaughAnd my dimes disappear like magic wandsI sell `em, `til the crack of dawn and destroy every track I`m onPlus I have a clam packed in the back of vansMore royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram(What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the riverFuck some dough, we be like..[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs][Young Zee]Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yeaScarecrow (what?), I`m trying to walk before I crawlI want it all ever since I came out of my mama`s wallsI`m trying to make so much dough when I write a songI can write `em all why y`all clique on the corner selling final callsYea, niggas mad at us, gladiators like Maximas, we fabulousWhile you fall off like Canibus`s managersMy man Dee U, keep the nina peelin`(Point `em out, and watch me)[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs][Young Zee]Zee need Buddha, E-user, beef pre LugersSpittin` from our PT cruisersMy tape don`t drop, I still got dough to makeGot little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weightBlow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe FraizerSixteen cellys and four pagersGo hype up your squad that they might fuck with oursI just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, and carsI got (?) In Atlanta deep, `round the street, ten grand a weekI give `em one word to put your man to sleepAnd I love my Jersey live bitchesThey`ll leave a nigga face, with thirty five stitchesThey`ll help my tie cinder blocks and push your kidsSo deep in the ocean, they`ll see where octopuses liveJeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and ChillI know mad chicks, but still[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs] [Young Zee]What, Bricks (Bricks, Bricks)

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