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lirik lagu ro – real or fake – z

(feat. mike d)

take it from the top, (take it from the top)
let’s go out here and roll, on hating *ss n*gg*z (let’s ride)
you can’t get your motherf*cking weight up
so you keep your hate up, (straight up)
we gon’ show you how it’s done mayn
king of the ghetto and corleone
screwed up click for life n*gg*, real talk
f*ck you ol’ punk *ss, strong enough for a man made *ss n*gg*z

[mike d]
i’m a southside n*gg*, 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 stanging
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*gg* dropped out, but graduated to blocks
had a dream, by 21 i’d be a millionaire
few b*mps in the road, i’m almost there

[hook – 2x]
either you real, or you fake
cause real n*gg*z don’t fold, don’t bend or break
we just trying to get our cash on n*gg*
and if you disrespect, we’ll get our blast on n*gg*

i’m a quiet n*gg*, but i’ve got a compet*tive nature
balling out of control, like number 8 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 compet*tion, cause they’re so below me
kinda like what a geneva watch, is to a rolley
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 p*ss me off and i’ll merk you, now you part of the past
cause i’m an *sshole, by nature
and i don’t love my b*tch, i love my paper
and you ain’t sh*t, if you ain’t never been screwed up
but you gon’ take a nasty punch, if i lace my shoes up

[hook – 2x]

[mike d]
first off n*gg*, 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 h*ll wrong with these young n*gg*z
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*gg*

when you been the king of the ghetto, f*cking with a b*tch
know i’ve been trying to make chicken salad, out of chicken sh*t
just trying to hit another lick, and i hope a snitch ain’t there to witness it
i’d rather slit my wrists f*cking going to jail, where somebody can watch me sh*t
yes i’m in love with my freedom, but i take penitentiary chances
just to make sure, i never return to wrongest circ*mstances
that’s the reason, i’m trying to get my cash on n*gg*
might even come visit you, with my mask on n*gg* give it up

[hook – 2x]

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*ckers, throw your sets up
all my blood mo’f*ckers, throw your sets up
all my 4 mo’f*ckers, throw your sets up
all my brown pride n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my mo city n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my 3rd ward n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my sunnyside n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my hiram-clarke n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my south-north n*gg*z, throw your sets up
all my worldwide n*gg*z ha

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