Real n***as...real n***as
Real n***as...real n***as
Verse 1 (Yves)
Tryna get a mill of these tunes
And a proper meal all this food
Need a mill-ion forks and spoons
Something that all these goons feel
Is something that could fill all these goons
That live sh** still part of me too
Keep it real with me
Parlez vous? Nah?
Pardon me, ooh!
Can't even steal on these dudes
I ain't even got the steel on me dude
Talk sh** like they still want me to
I ain't gon' k** none these dudes
They just gon' squeal on me Lou
The King of the Trill warned me to
But I hate these n***as
Woulda ate they face I will scrape these n***as
Outta line with my faith
Like, "Why God create these n***as?"
Well, God gave em life. That's right
But iPods make these n***as
Im an Apple product with example conduct
718 Queens n***a!
We need Wu-Tang, M.O.P., State P n***a
Hook (Yves)
I don't f** with nobody else but the realest of the real
We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride
We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride
I say
I don't f** with nobody else but the realest of the real
We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride
We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride
Verse 2 (Yves)
Some of my real n***as white
Oh they could never be a real n***a right?
Sike! In light of they work
They might be field n***as twice
Bite my head off for that
But, those who tried to dead me awful black
So I prescribe to no color
Something you should know right off the bat
Back to the bullsh** pardon my back
My back is to the Bull sh** I'm Jordan like that
Wizard when I wish a n***a would
Whisper from a prince heard that I should
The prince of hell say my principles ain't cool like principals
But the pow from the trigger I could pull is loud
And I dont need evidence to pile. No PRINTS/PRINCE!
Real n***as gon chill till it's real
Chilled buckets of ice. n***a why ice grill?
Felling so nice that the night stand still
Knuckleheads gotta know what my right hand will do
But what it do ain't important
Who the f** are you?
You know my name and my dame
It's only fair you share
Wasn't you anonymous before ya dramatics?
You figured making a scene'll get the problem fixed
You playing politics with a problem kid and I can't make any promises
But I got a lot of pride so my time is split
Between dirt and right mind reminding him
That i don't wanna see my mama pissed
But then again she know what I'm bout
WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED A BIT!
Hook 2 ( Yves)
Verse 3 (Yves)
Real n***as
Man I miss my n***as
Deji. Shoota
Can't forget my n***a showed me love in the H
Gun on my waist
Chilled me out a little put that mud in my drank
Blood on my face to blood on my hands
Magic Mike see that's my n***a
Dallas Mike see that's a man
Sleezy Lee. Southwest Bo
Easy Yves was outta control till Candlestick dismantled clips and barrells
Barely made it. Bullets hidden
Bo went through that bullsh** with him. Deji got me paid
OG Ron C got me grown. Bun B said I must behave
Kenneth saved me from myself. Orange showed me something else
Lotto let me earn my nuts and Justice loved me through my hell
I love my n***as
All my n***as real n***as yup
Thurogood, Sean Otis them my n***as
James Kelley that's my n***a
And mommy send me scripture
You know my soul need saving
And that's why you my n***a
Real n***as
Acapella Hook (Yves)