Real One/June 5th lyrics

by

50 Cent


Part 1: Real One

[Hook]
I made my name up in these streets like a real n*gga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n*gga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real n*gga
I f*ck your b*tch and go to sleep like a real n*gga

Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n*gga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n*gga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill n*ggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n*gga

[Verse 1]
Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone
I'm ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome
Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some sh*t on my head
I turn some n*ggas to bone, f*ck them all, they all dead
I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread
Gettin' pus*y, 'f*ck the opinions of pussies', I said
Real n*ggas on top, free Rum from the box
Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox

[Hook]
I made my name up in these streets like a real n*gga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n*gga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real n*gga
I f*ck your b*tch and go to sleep like a real n*gga
Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n*gga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n*gga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill n*ggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n*gga

[Verse 2]
Studio thug, you can't do what I does
I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs
Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this sh*t
They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate sh*t
I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew
Loyalty ain't no favor, n*gga, it's just what we do
BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But all the time we like chillin', f*ckin' wit' hoes by the two
Man, it's nothin', all these b*tches is f*ckin'
All these n*ggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin'
I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name
Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherf*ckers

[Hook]
I made my name up in these streets like a real n*gga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n*gga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real n*gga
I f*ck your b*tch and go to sleep like a real n*gga

Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n*gga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n*gga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill n*ggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n*gga
Part 2: June 5th

[Hook]
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
f*ck could n*ggas tell me I ain't working
I see them n*ggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, n*gga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts

[Verse 1]
I got mad missions to accomplish
Runnin' through a b*tch-n*gga gauntlet
I can never stop, give me what you got
I ain't tryin' to hit like a b*tch is on
Some n*ggas throw shots, but it don't matter
Cause when I throw shots bones shatter
Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em
I'm the real deal, n*ggas fakin'
Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill n*ggas
You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill n*ggas
Swagger jackin' at an all-time high
And I ain't really mad, I am that guy
A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
Little n*gga, I'm the big whale and the shooter
Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L
Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
And I won't feel it cause, real sh*t, all my stacks gettin' higher
On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser
Most these n*ggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya
Like, damn with these n*ggas that be so tough
My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff
I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much
Not so much, the chuck is up, real n*gga sh*t
[Hook]
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
f*ck could n*ggas tell me I ain't working
I see them n*ggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, n*gga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
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