Quilly - Real One (Benja Styles Remix) lyrics

Ft. Biggie Smalls (Intro) I'm a real one (that's a real n***a for ya) (Verse: Biggie) Back up, chump, ya know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick, ya know how black n***as get Wit the hoods, fatigues wit the boots wit trees Smokin' weed, flippin' k's, makin' crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at n***as that open spots On the avenue--take my loot, and I'm baggin' ya Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos Flash the roll, make her wet in her pantyhose Damn, a n***a's style is unorthodox! Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a n***a wanna act out I just black out, and blow they muthaf**kin' back out That's a real n***a fo' ya (Hook) She gon' bust it for a real one She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one She said she betta hit another real one Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one Streets love me, I'm a real one Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one (Verse 2: Biggie) When we smoke spliffs, we pack 4-5ths Just in case Dread want to riff He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very Not yo ordinary: we watch ya get buried That's a real n***a fo' you Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script, and rip yo lawyer Spit at the DA, cause f**k what she say She don't give a f**k bout yo a** anyway Up North, bound first stop fo' the town Of Fishk**, where the hand sk**s are real ill You'll be a supa Hoover doodoo stain remover Haha! Yo G, pa** the Buddha (Hook) She gon' bust it for a real one She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one She said she betta hit another real one Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one Streets love me, I'm a real one Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one (Verse 3: Quilly) First of all, I'm a real one And shawty f**kin' with ? cuz she a real one I'm with my hitter, he gon' hit ya, he the real one And I ain't leavin' out the county till the bills done I'm buyin' bottle for anybody, you ain't hang with just anybody ? person, coolin' on anybody(?) She been with a lotta hitters, but not with the real one She want a D-boy, she want a real one Giuseppe, Finny, baby, Ferragamo I'mma take ya to ? McDonalds She taller these lings, she taller as f**k She said she want a real one, come ride with a boss (Hook) She gon' bust it for a real one She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one She said she betta hit another real one Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one Streets love me, I'm a real one Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one (Verse 4: Quilly) I got a presidential rollie, it's a real one My b**ch a** fat, it's a real one And if she bust it open on some real ones I got that outfit with the 30., that's a real gun I knew I was a real one since a young'n I grew up in the projects, now look at how I'm stuntin' I started with an onion, now I got a lotta ? And em b**ches know I'm stuntin' Now they buggin' cuz I'm buzzin' But I treat em like it's nothing Prolly cuz I'm a real one I came in the game real and I'm still one Now shout out to my day-1s, they the real ones There be the same hitters with me when the deal come (Hook) She gon' bust it for a real one She gon' pop it, she gon' jab it for a real one She said she betta hit another real one Go put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one Streets love me, I'm a real one Got everybody f**kin' with me, I'm a real one Now who the hottest in the city, I'm the real one Now put yo bottles in the air if you're a real one