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That’s My Nigga Fo’ Real (Soundtrack Version|Edited)歌词-Young Zee

That’s My Nigga Fo’ Real (Soundtrack Version|Edited)歌词由Young Zee演唱,出自专辑《8 Mile》,下面是《That’s My Nigga Fo’ Real (Soundtrack Version|Edited)》完整版歌词!

That’s My Nigga Fo’ Real (Soundtrack Version|Edited)歌词

That’s My Nigga Fo’ Real (Soundtrack Version|Edited)歌词完整版

Uh, Zee

I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me

We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty

They know in big beef, I pop a hundred times

Be like roadkill, I live ni**a's brains on one and nines

And my down b**ches, they be ready to kill

I be like chill, they be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, uh huh, I'm from the Bricks, we be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like That's my ni**a f

Yo, I don't give a f**k if we don't sell a record

We still gon' get this money in the Bricks

Spill it, Zee

Yea, uh, yea, yea

I'm like, Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams a raw

Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up like canavaugh

And my dimes disappear like magic wands

I sell 'em, 'til the crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on

Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans

More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram

What? I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river

F**k some dough, we be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, uh huh, I'm from the Bricks, we be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like That's my ni**a f

Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea

Scarecrow what?, I'm trying to walk before I crawl

I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls

I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song

I can write 'em all why y'all clique on the corner selling final calls

Yea, niggas mad at us, gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous

While you fall off like Canibus's managers

My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin'

Point 'em out, and watch me

That's my ni**a for real Yea, uh huh, I'm from the Bricks, we be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like That's my ni**a f

Zee need Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers

Spittin' from our PT cruisers

My tape don't drop, I still got dough to make

Got little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weight

Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraizer

Sixteen cellys and four pagers

Go hype up your squad that they might f**k with ours

I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, and cars

I got. In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten grand a week

I give 'em one word to put your man to sleep

And I love my Jersey live b**ches

They'll leave a ni**a face, with thirty five stitches

They'll help my tie cinder blocks and push your kids

So deep in the ocean, they'll see where octopuses live

Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill

I know mad chicks, but still

That's my ni**a for real Yea, uh huh, I'm from the Bricks, we be like

That's my ni**a for real Yea, Young Zee, all my niggas from the hood, they be like That's my ni**a f

What, Bricks, Bricks, Bricks

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