D (rapper) - 100 Real n***as lyrics

[Hook: K Blacka] I need money, I feed money, I see money, I take it I don't f** with n***as who be out on they fake sh** 100 real n***as around me (x2) A lesson to you n***as, don't you come out talking sideways I'm the clique who with that sh**, we cut a f**ing n***as head 100 real n***as around (x2) [Verse 1: Vldec] My n***as. my n***as, yo n***as ain't sh** Look right, BMG, cowboy, run sh** Choppas on, choppas on, don't get your a** lit Choppas outside your home, make a n***a call [?] Beef you don't want that, I bring it where you lay at When it come to war time, man I AK that Take pictures with them choppas man, you ain't gonna spray that You ain't never seen no flamer, even never felt to keep back You see your shooters, ain't real shooters Superstars, we not salute you Over here we swap it out, I take em out, and he gon' shoot you See clearly we are not the same Over here the clips hang Think that b**h empty, and the choppa go bang bang [Hook] [Verse 2: K Blacka] Loaded guns around me, while we n***as who ready for war b**hes can't catch sh** when you know bustin' is more I'm a boss who rap CMB I'll shoot you up for BMG 100 real n***as around me They fond about that streets sh** n***as talking beef, grab the scraps, yea we're eating it Don't know the n***as seal bottom, later on the TV b**h All my n***as around me, you know they catching dirty snitch I see money, my rehash then take it Then you mind and wonder what a black can make 100% real n***a in me What you thought about me Got no k**ers with me Bands with me, no stalkers with me [Hook] [Verse 3: D] BMG the cartel, with skeetes we go reeree You don't cross the line n***a, so wish your face will be eaten Shooters they gon' spray at me, you gon' make the TV Must say heard about the rent, they feel sh** with Uzi I got k**ers out in Khaki, like I told them I ain't bout that My project n***a get ill, f** boi get in yo business And If I'm in for murder, my lawyer get it or quit it b**h I destruct, I don't give no f** If you ain't ready to die, n***a then you don't wanna near with us My shooter with that knowledge, with that 5, they leave you baken On the pavement, shivering and shaking like caine Cuz my n***a you ain't gon' make it [Hook]