Fiend - Getting Real lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, haha My n***a Soulja Slim in this b**h (Fiend in this b**h) [?] a soulja now, f** that We going to war, n***a (n***as tryna be you, dog) We bring it (n***as can't f**ing hang) How we singing, this sh**'s real (sh**'s about to get hot in this b**h) n***as better guard their grill Let these motherf**ers know what the deal is (Wake the f** up) [Verse 1] Y'all can't compare me with no n***a you know [?] hit the floor when you hear my flow, woe It's not the realest sh** I ever wrote That [?] I ever smoke around n***as, that's cut throat Gotta be on my P's and Q's cause n***as hatin' n***as that I used to f** with, don't wanna see me make it Rapping is my occupation, respect that I left the game where it's at but if I want to, I can go back But no, I can't be around no dope Flashbacks to bad habits doing bad and selling soap Bricks all in my throat, caked that coke up my nose When I can make money, f** hoes just by getting a couple of blows And stay in condos and slam luxury doors Everything got [?] and paid for Won't have it no other way, another day another baller Shot caller, big pistol [?] with back against the wall sh**, [?] put that all up on [?] daughter f** with this No Limit sh**, you put me off in that water sh**, I used to snort a quarter, but now I only smoke blunts Cause I get on that other level and don't know my do's and dont's sh**'s getting real [Hook] sh**'s getting real, you better guard your grill Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real sh**'s getting real sh**'s getting real, you better guard your grill Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real sh**'s getting real sh**'s getting real, you better guard your grill Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real sh**'s getting real sh**'s getting real, you better guard your grill Cause real n***as, can feel what we feel sh**'s getting real [Verse 2: Fiend] [?] I'm known as dangerous so Fiend became a name for this [?] for this, so I can get the change for this [?] executive [?] I got a little something put you on the map From the attack, villains stacking [?] Remove the keys of the night [?] Had weed on that pipe instead of that white with a fight Now you're dealing with my dog that don't bark when they bite [?] get it right And remember, it ain't personal And every single sick [?] believe me was rehearsable Out [?] [?] better put some dirt in you Hoping that [?] walk in with the chills Get the money and [?] Trying to get paid for a k** Releasing these really reals Fiend and [?], No Limits navy seal [Hook] [Verse 3] Time to watch them n***as Got to hit the streets again Got a wake up call y'all, so I'm [?] Housed in, it's all about this gangsta sh** See the b**h ride a b**h Spank the b**h [?] Up early in the morning, first [?] hit the block I got a pot full of rocks with two fat a** Glocks [?] see these n***as peeping me out [?] window blowing weed out [?] n***as all G'd out So I up these b**hes n***as better count every blessing [?] debt Well they can't pa** me, I got [?] [?] everyday, ain't nothing gonna change Still watching them n***as lose their brain over a ho a** game The more I change, I beat em [?] when I see them [?] see the heater I'm hitting black lines after I see them [Hook]