Rick Ross - Preach (Remix) lyrics

(Keep it real with your dawgs no matter what) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] My uncle back there Look at all the work he did Shawty got a man Topic of the work we in Topic of the gossip at the nail shop (Rich n***a) A lotta traffic time to get another mailbox Trap bumpin' could another go to Hell Bob? Call the case and sold the brick outside the jailhouse Outside of the jailhouse Outside of the jailhouse Gon' be That's why you s**ers, we don't care to live We in the corner with them k**ers on me Hell yeah Honey n***a but all it took him was one Glock Gang signs and all you heard was the gun shots (Bang) Now you wanna do the duck walk Candy paint got me lookin' like duck sauce 10 piece, shawty, and I run the game Double it and work more than 200 things [Hook: Young Dolph] Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach) Same b**h to claim she love you she done set you up (Preach) Out here in these streets there ain't no such thing as love (Preach) The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach) Real n***a sh**, only what I do and speak If that n***a don't work, then he a f**in' leech (Preach) I ain't got sh** for a n***a, ain't nothing in this muthaf**in' world free (Preach) [Verse 2: Young Dolph] I don't f** with these n***as cause they shady These b**hes they just wanna have my baby Born in the 80s, crack baby Mama she was in the streets, so guess who raised me (the streets n***a) You muthaf**in' right Couldn't get it from my mama, so I got it off the block Been working my whole life, but I ain't never punched a clock Nine years old I seen them n***as get shot, damn n***as quick to run their mouth when they get jammed p**y a** n***a telling on his own fam (p**y) Same n***a that you break your neck for Be the same n***a that cross you out and wet you up 'Sposed to be chasin' money, but you chasin' b**hes Real bosses don't talk, we just sit back and listen Stack that paper up, and then make boss moves She like to argue so I sent that b**h to law school [Hook: Young Dolph] [Verse 3: Jeezy] I don't trust no n***a or b**h Stick to the code, stay focused, get rich I'm 'bout to make this Arm & Hammer with this Holy Water I'm talkin' four in a bed, guess the yayo had a daughter From the lock to the shop I told 'em cut the head off You know I'm 'bout to ball 'Till the Fed cut your bread off Let me take a second And walk around in wood, ho Yeah that's one for Memphis Talkin' runnin' woods ho If you're prayin' for my fall you deserve to see my ballin' Chain lookin' like it came from Bourbon St. New Orleans Keep your frenemies close Keep that 40 cal closer They call me Cheesey Montana when I call that white bullsh** 'Till that dick n***a fall in love with a p**y n***a call me I got no love for the p**y Green for the money all my dawg wants in First to put a hundred thousand And I'm sure judging [Hook: Young Dolph] (Cross my heart and hope to die n***a Put my hand on the motherf**in' Bible n***a Always keep it 1000 n***a Like the whole thing Yeah No sk**, tell the retail n***a f** the P.O. we like f** jail Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Preach n***a Amen)