Soulja Slim - If It Ain't Real lyrics

Feat. Lil' Real One (*talking*) Real n***a, huh real n***a status (you know) Gone off that mo'f**ing midnight Ya understand what I'm saying, midnight You feel me, (dro that is) [Hook - 2x] If it ain't real, it ain't me If I ain't toting that steel, I might get k**ed on my streets If you from the N.O., you know what I'm talking bout Send me to jail, I post bail I'ma make it out [Soulja Slim] n***a what you looking at, I know you ain't booting up All of us got knives, most of us tooled up Blues what huh, n***a blues who I'm gone off some dro, in the red white and blue Ooh and it's my duty, to serve you quickly When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty I'ma leave some'ing numb, from f**ing with me I been overdue, for these cowards to get me I'm the n***a n***a, uh they love to hate But they scared to run down me, I keep some'ing on my waist You's a b**h a** n***a, stay out my face I can't lace that up for you, no other kinda way When you f**ing with me, you f**ing with the real Deal, fake n***as get f**ed in the field I stay up in the field, I never got f**ed so I'm real You's a b**h boy, you hide behind the shield [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Real One] You on my motherf**ing territory, foul now But I bet a b**h gone bow down Stay out of my way, cause I'm holding my K And b**h, I'm bout to wild out I hold it down, for that down south I'm standing blasting my canon, my attitude is damn in the air But I got me any adversary, hail mary ya'll scary Bone buried, my f**ing eyes blury I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean I'ma perculate and I'ma lean, n***a feeling the breeze I do thangs like a gangsta, hellions hide in the mangers Swallow my Glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat'as This for now not later, I got's to escalate you man I take the sh** out of your crib, like I'm your decorator Won't you put your kid, in the refrigerator I bought a Glock for all you n***a hater, popped a lot of shots at a demonstrator I'm bout to pentrate ya, I been a gangsta But my clip right in my hand, f**ing my trigger finger [Hook - 2x] [Soulja Slim] It's getting crucial now, three murders every day sh** will never stop, in the N-O-L-A New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat I'ma ride with my heat, four time felony Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary But I'd rather go back, than get my head on a flat Them Magnolia n***as, them Melpomene n***as Them Calliope n***as, ain't nothing to play with If they got beef, then they letting the K spit Trying to make a n***a disappear, like matrix I wear my Reebok's, with the loose shoe laces And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places Never went out of state, and caught no cases Don't think that I won't, homeboy I'll waste ya Somebody call the ambulance That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival [Hook - 2x]