Ba**head Productions - Real lyrics

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Ba**head Productions - Real lyrics

[Produced By Ba** Hedz] [Hook][x4] One time for the real n***as, two times for the bad b**hes One more time for the k**ers and the drillers And the n***as on the block that's still getting it [Verse 1] On the block, b**h I still get it Since a youngin I been sick with it Duffel bag got pounds in it Get the work, move the work, I'm a pro with it Got your b**h on my dick, I can still hit it Got a K, got a MAC, got 30 in it You ain't talking bout no money, we ain't f** with it When it comes to the money we don't play with it Back in the day I was toting the strap Flipping and moving, juuging the pack Hundreds and fifties, we stacking all that Bands on my dick, tell them b**hes fall back I'm rolling with Boosa, that's Boosa Da Shoota Got a Ruger with a 30 and that chopper gone screw ya n***a want work, n***a we can get it to ya I don't do no talking, like Nike I do it Double cup of lean, Sprite my fluid Thumbing through the checks, see them bands, run through it No free sh** till I die f** n***a I be with them goons and them k**ers and them drillers You be with them hot n***as, snitching on your n***as f** y'all n***as, SB be the realest Ear rings, neck piece, wrist game chilling n***a you can hate but I'm still gone get it, wow [Hook][x4] One time for the real n***as, two times for the bad b**hes One more time for the k**ers and the drillers And the n***as on the block that's still getting it [Verse 2] Imma do it for the real, one more time for the n***as in the field Free Gino cause they got to free the real Came from the streets, young n***a keep it real Hustle in the projects, b**hes love projects Free my n***a Gucci, know what's up, squad sh** Ready get money, get money, f** b**hes Bad b**hes on me cause they know a n***a getting it Ready get the guap cause the b**hes come with it Hit your block with this Glock, you don't want to feel the semi Set up shop on your block, bullsh** and then we hit it Peep your [?], gla** bullets, running from the ceiling All my n***as savage, when I leave they coming with me Came from the bottom now we aiming for the top Got to get this money, I ain't never gone stop And how's my block, E street where I bang That thing changed, s*utty Boys be the gang Mention our names, bet the chopper gone bang n***a smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame Money in my pocket, ain't a damn thing changed n***a changed up for the money and the fame You smile for the chopper, you can smile for the flame Money in my pocket, ain't a damn thing changed n***a changed up for the money and the fame, let's get it [Hook][x4] One time for the real n***as, two times for the bad b**hes One more time for the k**ers and the drillers And the n***as on the block that's still getting it [Verse 3] One time for the s*utty Boyz f** one time cause my gang got guns Two times for the bad b**hes, still fighting over bags of ones One time for my n***a P Wild If a n***a talk down Imma smack his a** down 30 shot Glock make a n***a's heart stop n***a we from North Beach, don't come around town One time for my n***a Gino Cause he keep getting locked, hope they let his a** go One time for my n***a [?] I remember sixteen [?] with a four One time for my n***a Meechy Cause we pop a lot of mollies, we don't take sh** slow One time for my n***a Kut Dawg Cause they run up in the spot, all the stock that's gone One more time for my wild n***a Toby The pistols he toting, he just came home One time for my bro Big Blocks Set up the shop, all the guap I drop that One time for my bro k**a k**a Try to take him out the picture, Imma have to deal with ya One time for my bro Badazz Cause he a real savage, and let your a** have it

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