Busta Rhymes - Real n***as lyrics

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo Check this out right here yo (Jahlil Beats, Holla at me) This about a God still gettin' it Green Jackets, winning masters Where your membership? You think you go hard? n***a we go harder When you see the kid Respect the Godfather I'm a real n***a this is for the real I'm a real n***a this is for the real Presidents in the same direction When I line up my money Couple b**hes to take the time out To line 'em up for me n***a tryin' to front What the hell is they drinkin' Don't you see I ain't do it? What the f** is you thinkin? Yeah we scarin' these n***as Face up on wanted posters Don't compare me ('n) you n***a See it's the God You ain't notice? (ahe', ahem) Gotta do it Clear my sh** up and focus While I whip me a spacecraft My b**h in a Lotus n***as know that they owe us (pay up) Strangle n***as like boas See the way how we get this money And bubble like sodas Throw it back to the future [?] b**h we back feelin' super Diamonds out of Uganda Fine wine from Mustafa Special bud from the Rastas Lots of money in safe deposits They stashed in them lockers [?] Animal designer coats for the winter The way I sting or I stick out Just like a thorn or a splinter Anything that I pick out Is like a score for the [?] Imported sh** from Milan Forgive me Lord for this sinnin' (I'm sayin) We flat linin' e'ything Understand me k**a? Headlinin' the news You need more paper for the printer [Verse 2: Rick Ross] (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) This 'bout a young n***a gettin' it Sellin' dope for them NBA benefits Boat I'm on lookin' like a f**in' cruise line Bought the same Allen Iversons two times I'm a real n***a this is for the real Bought the restaurant, now make my f**in' meal My husltin's rare Her p**y medium-well They rather go blind before they see me excel Read my name on the block They like, "What has he bought?" Ballin' out at [?] Richard Mosse on the wall n***as never attend They only pretend Bought a Basquiat cash I paid 'em in tens [?] to my Zo's Gotta stay on my toes Everybody just froze Salasia in the ghost Better pray to the Lord n***a payin' this rent Shots rang out n***as sprayin' the Benz But the Devil's a li'(ar) Once again I arose Pullin' up to my shows Bullet holes in the Rolls I'm ghost (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) Double 'M' Busta Bust' Conglomerate Long Money Whoo! (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) [Outro] Yo what's good man It's [?] ridin', you nameen? Make sure you artists got that boom-bap in ya life man You nameen?