Louieville Sluggah - Real n***a sh** lyrics

[Chorus: Louieville Sluggah] n***as wanna be like Henny, n***as is mad cuz I'm Henny n***as even hate me cuz I'm Henny, still good and plenty, scream Henny Up late, clonin pennies, sippin on Henny [Louieville Sluggah] I'm double parked on the Av., I see my staff They watchin shorty wop jump out and into a Jag She got hara**ed, she's mad, closed off fast I'm yellin out to her, "Please, love don't crash" But here they roll up the opposition I had to form and make the D's, take a detour Comin on these blocks, you gonna need more Before we blow the door up off the hedges Somethin for rememberin, all they knew was Timberlands Had to switch up, cuz they swore it was our emblem Bullsh**tin, traffic gave me tickets, snatched it then I ripped it Jumped in, Rock flippin, now I'm out whippin [Chorus: Doc Holiday] n***as want respect like Doc, bash ya phat check like Doc Catch wreck on the block like Doc, hot s** on the spot like Doc Ya n***as can't f** wit me, that n***a D-O-C [Doc Holiday] Grease them wills, you lack the sk**s it takes to beat me Try to greet me from behind, heard your hills was squeaky Peep me, L S squared, double O blowin Hot as my next flight, where you, where the f** we goin? Big tits, big a**, big lips, I bet it's D.D And that ho can't wait to see me Charge everybody and for us it's a freebie Word to my fam, and Breevoid, Omar and G.B And my brother's Kay, knockin down a quarter century In the penitentiary, mad n***as mention me If it's hell for you, n***a save a cell for me While I loose these fools, tryin to pick and choose my destiny Next to me, be my M.F.C. runnin sh** Walk that fine line between rhyme and crime syndicate Been through it, from a corner to a sale You'se a corner if you tell, Doc Holi' makin you yell [Chorus: Starang Wondah] n***as wanna be like Starang, in the day blowin g like Starang Word up push a fly v like Starang, aiyo ya b**h n***as can't see Starang Who? Roll a double d like Starang [Starang Wondah] Word up, word up, time after time, word up After smoke dime after dime And then commence to writin rhyme after rhyme Word up, I outta let my n***a Doc knock ya head clear off Actin like you don't know cuz my crew took a year off And you can't recognize Henny because he cut his hair off And then ya get into the streets, ya b**h a** wanna have a stare off n***as that I thought that I knew was live f**ed up in the game, like n***as sellin two for five They crew is jive, night after night losin sleep Them n***as weak, ain't got no heat, and on they block can't eat I'm strictly street, these wack n***as sware they be spittin But I stay kickin better sh**, on Christopher N. Pickens Smokin and bullsh**tin, but it's different nowadays A n***a stay in the studio, makin power plays Word up, I turn on my television, you ain't even knowin that Aiyo, this n***a flowin now, aiyo that's how it's goin down Magnum Force ready for any showdown, word up Still reppin from ninety now pa** two thou' When it's on, and it's on, word up, word up, word up