Z-ro - Real Or Fake lyrics
Take it from the top, (take it from the top) Let's go out here and roll, on hating a** n***as (let's ride) You can't get your motherf**ing weight up So you keep your hate up, (straight up) We gon' show you how it's done man King of the Ghetto and Corleone Screwed up click for life n***a, real talk f** you ol' punk a**, strong enough for a man made a** n***as I'm a south side n***a, third ward to be exact Catch me coming down the boulevard, banging Fat Pat You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's Moved out to Cali, graduated to P-T's O.G. granddaddy, I'm so fooling Tell the truth, DJ Screw made me Without him, ya'll wouldn't know Mike D I was just lil' Mike, Bam had a hogg in training Running cars in breeze ways, all day standing While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them nines Before and after school, making it pop Yeah a n***a dropped out, but graduated to blocks Had a dream, by twenty-one I'd be a millionaire Few bumps in the road, I'm almost there Either you real, or you fake Cause real n***as don't fold, don't bend or break We just trying to get our cash on n***a And if you disrespect, we'll get our blast on n***a I'm a quiet n***a, but I've got a competitive nature Balling out of control, like number eight from the Lakers I'm Kobe, ain't no other King of the Ghetto I'm the one and only I bet all your nieces and nephews, and cousins know me I rise above the competition, cause they're so below me Kinda like what a Geneva watch, is to a Rolly And I know King Johnny, the real King Johnny Those diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen Johnny Screwed Up Click, soldiers united for cash We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash Or circles in the door panel, or circles in the dash Well piss me off and I'll merk you, now you part of the past Cause I'm an a**hole, by nature And I don't love my b**h, I love my paper And you ain't sh**, if you ain't never been screwed up But you gon' take a nasty punch, if I lace my shoes up [Repeat: x2] Either you real, or you fake 'Cause real n***as don't fold, don't bend or break We just trying to get our cash on n***a And if you disrespect, we'll get our blast on n***a First off n***a, you not my kind Must be deaf dumb and blind, I got blood on mine Me and Ro ain't now playing, skip nan' state Slaved over nan' pot, to take a bite off my plate Ro, I don't know what the hell wrong with these young n***as Got a thousand drug habits, want me to front em jiggas Say you're a man, try buying your own So you can quit the silly games, like not answering your phone n***a When you been the King of the Ghetto, f**ing with a b**h Know I've been trying to make chicken salad, out of chicken sh** Just trying to hit another lick And I hope a snitch ain't there to witness it I'd rather slit my wrists f**ing going to jail Where somebody can watch me sh** Yes I'm in love with my freedom But I take penitentiary chances just to make sure I never return to wrongest circumstances That's the reason, I'm trying to get my cash on n***a Might even come visit you, with my másk on n***a give it up [Repeat: x2] Either you real, or you fake 'Cause real n***as don't fold, don't bend or break We just trying to get our cash on n***a And if you disrespect, we'll get our blast on n***a And there you have it, Screwed Up Click for life And I ain't fooling, Z-Ro the Crooked A.K.A. King of the Ghetto, Mike D A.K.A. the Black Osama It's really going down, Screwed Up Click real talk All my Crip mo'f**ers, throw your sets up All my Blood mo'f**ers, throw your sets up All my four mo'f**ers, throw your sets up All my brown pride n***as, throw your sets up All my Mo City n***as, throw your sets up All my third ward n***as, throw your sets up All my sunny side n***as, throw your sets up All my Hiram-Clarke n***as, throw your sets up All my south-north n***as, throw your sets up All my worldwide n***as, ha