Rap n*gga lyrics

Man, dog
You all can't fool a real n*gga ainna
Man, you can't fool no real n*gga, dog
You can tell a f*ck n*gga anything, dog
But you can't run that sh*t on a real n*gga
Y'all n*ggas, y'all rap n*ggas, dog
TV-ass n*ggas who done sold two, three, four-mill or five million records, dog
A million records
And you steady hollering, b*tch, you got a hundred bars
And you got them for ten-five
Oh, you can't fool a real n*gga, dog
b*tch, you a full-time rapper now, n*gga
That's all you do
You rap
Ain't nothing wrong with being a full-time rapper, dog
But stop running on the...
I think you can run it on a real n*gga, dog
And you little young n*ggas that's coming up, dog
Dropping a n*gga a CD
Getting, wanting n*ggas to listen to your sh*t, n*gga
And you on there talking 'bout you Birdman, b*tch, and you ain't got a car
You on there, talking that gangsta and you ain't even did nothing out here
Next time, a n*gga give you a CD, dog
And you listen to it
And you know this n*gga ain't 'bout what he on here talking 'bout
Slap that f*ck n*gga right in his mouth, dog
You say you know a n*gga realer than Plies
But where he at?
Certified, pus*y ass n*gga
100% real n*gga, dog
Get it how you live, n*gga