Getting Real lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, haha
My n*gga Soulja Slim in this b*tch
(Fiend in this b*tch)
[?] a soulja now, f*ck that
We going to war, n*gga
(n*ggas tryna be you, dog)
We bring it
(n*ggas can't f*cking hang)
How we singing, this sh*t's real
(sh*t's about to get hot in this b*tch)
n*ggas better guard their grill
Let these motherf*ckers know what the deal is
(Wake the f*ck up)

[Verse 1]
Y'all can't compare me with no n*gga you know
[?] hit the floor when you hear my flow, woe
It's not the realest sh*t I ever wrote
That [?] I ever smoke around n*ggas, that's cut throat
Gotta be on my P's and Q's cause n*ggas hatin'
n*ggas that I used to f*ck with, don't wanna see me make it
Rapping is my occupation, respect that
I left the game where it's at but if I want to, I can go back
But no, I can't be around no dope
Flashbacks to bad habits doing bad and selling soap
Bricks all in my throat, caked that coke up my nose
When I can make money, f*ck hoes just by getting a couple of blows
And stay in condos and slam luxury doors
Everything got [?] and paid for
Won't have it no other way, another day another baller
Shot caller, big pistol [?] with back against the wall
sh*t, [?] put that all up on [?] daughter
f*ck with this No Limit sh*t, you put me off in that water
sh*t, I used to snort a quarter, but now I only smoke blunts
Cause I get on that other level and don't know my do's and dont's
sh*t's getting real