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lirik lagu shout out to the real – dj khaled


shout out to the real
(feat. meek mill, ace hood and plies)

[verse 1: meek mill]
free boosie, real n*gg*
in the jail standing tall like shaquille n*gg*
i used to say, “i know how you feel, n*gg*”
it’s like a full time job not to kill n*gg*s
had my hood hating now they came up
i don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
friends turn to foes when you’re in a row
model b*tches turn to hoes cause a n*gg* froze
got them people taking pictures, let a n*gg* pose
cause i get paper reading scripts, you ain’t getting shows
poppin’ bottles it sound like a mac-10
better be soaked in it when i’m back in
i dropped a quarter milli on an aston
and i ain’t got an alb*m, man, i got these n*gg*s falling off
i’m gone

[hook x2: meek mill]
shout out to the real n*gg*s (salam)
and shout out to the real b*tches (say what)
i’m popping bottles with my real n*gg*s
it’s like a full time job not to kill n*gg*s

[verse 2: ace hood]
yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
i’m the type to flood the rollie like it’s new orleans
bet that all my n*gg*s ball like i’m mr. clean
from the bottom to the top, i made it out the gutter
i’m 17 on every scene i need my bread and b*tter
used to run the streets, but now i’m running every summer
right back on my bullsh*t like a chicago lover
feel like i’m jumping up out that phantom on my c*cky *ss
know they hating, i just tell ’em kiss the paper tags
still be with them pretty b*tches, save for stacy dash
plus my rollie cost me 80, that’s gon’ make ’em mad
free my n*gg*s locked, free my n*gg* caged
f*ck the system yeah you know we on the same page
n*gg*s love it when you’re drowning in that water, dawg
hate to see a n*gg* shining like some marmaro
loyalty over royalty that’s my common law
we the best: the logo, and i’m with my f*cking boss
he just tell me murder n*gg*s would think of holocaust
kill the hottest young’n in and what you n*gg*s thought

[hook x2]

[verse 3: plies]
they took a half of [?] n*gg* out the bank n*gg*
if you want to whip ’em p*ssy n*gg*, blank n*gg*
and i put that red dot right where you think n*gg*
hood n*gg* still wearing cuban linx n*gg*
i’m on the ave. n*gg* riding in a cutl*ss
you that talking n*gg*, you know you a p*ssy
a real n*gg*, real life, no rap sh*t
and i can promise you this ain’t what you want, b*tch
dialed me and still ain’t a real n*gg*
‘cause i was to busy to gutter with the real n*gg*s
when you see me in the field tell me how you feel n*gg*
and we some kids to tell you that we the real n*gg*
and they ain’t telling none of my young n*gg* to chill, n*gg*
we all shooters, n*gg*, and all us on the pills n*gg*
ain’t got a yacht, but n*gg* the size of shaquille, n*gg*
and before you try anything you better write your will, n*gg*

[hook x2]


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