Shuga Bear - Real or Fake n***as lyrics

Chorus: Final Chapter Is you a real or a fake n***a Get caught and run ya trap to the jake n***as Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga When sh** get sweet, this click we can taste it {Final Chapter} Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis The words that test, my job to the sh** is trying to ace it Pissin on this sh**ty pavement, beef is snare co*k back scream what, then face it Real n***as make it, while b**h n***as fake it Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it My click take n***as back like Jane Close in Acin' Feelin for n***as who stomach hurtin', never ate sh** Final Chapter, want ya n***as to sleep Cuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat Thugged out, my n***as lay it down in the streets Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C Home of the legends, plus missions beats For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn s**a We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka {Noreaga} Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just Flow down to ya neck Get ya cash up, cuz some time you pa** a** up Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna f** with a s*ut My flow is in and out, and out and in No doubt, make ya n***as say ouch again And the sh** mine, get my journal's a spit shine Stay hard, plus a n***a hit hard tard If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad n***a hop my sh**, so when you cop my sh** You got a shotgun? n***a gonna cop my sh** Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin sh** Straight knock you out, like the Rocky sh** While ya cornballs n***a, straight coppin sh** Chorus: Final Chapter {modified} Is you a real or a fake n***a? Get caught and run ya track to the jakes n***as Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga When sh** gets sweet, this click we can taste n***as Embrace n***as To the d**h, we be livin it up All my n***as who ain't givin a f** Cop ya sh** and bust Don't look here, if you hate n***a When sh** gets sweet, this click we can taste n***as Embrace n***as {Final Chapter} It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly Things changin, prepare for the occasion School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian You ain't amazin me, or facin me Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises Word from the wises, get dough, break bread Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said Freestyle, M.O.B., n***a voi p now Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary Still full of couple things short like February From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya Chorus #2