Feat. Lil' Real One
[Soulja Slim]
(*talking*)
Real n*gga, huh real n*gga status (you know)
Gone off that mo'f*cking midnight
Ya understand what I'm saying, midnight
You feel me, (dro that is)
[Hook - 2x]
If it ain't real, it ain't me
If I ain't toting that steel, I might get killed on my streets
If you from the N.O., you know what I'm talking bout
Send me to jail, I post bail I'ma make it out
[Soulja Slim]
n*gga what you looking at, I know you ain't booting up
All of us got knives, most of us tooled up
Blues what huh, n*gga blues who
I'm gone off some dro, in the red white and blue
Ooh and it's my duty, to serve you quickly
When I come, my drum gone be holding fifty
I'ma leave some'ing numb, from f*cking with me
I been overdue, for these cowards to get me
I'm the n*gga n*gga, uh they love to hate
But they scared to run down me, I keep some'ing in my waist
You's a b*tch ass n*gga, stay out my face
I can't lace that up for you, no other kinda way
When you f*cking with me, you f*cking with the real
Deal, fake n*ggas get f*cked in the field
I stay up in the field, I never got f*cked so I'm real
You's a b*tch boy, you hide behind the shield
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil' Real One]
I'm in my motherf*cking territory, foul now
But I bet a b*tch gone bow down
Stay out of my way, cause I'm holding my K
And b*tch, I'm bout to wild out
I hold it down, for that down south
I'm standing blasting my canon, my attitude is empty every Bullet I got me any adversary, hailmary ya'll scary
Bone buried, my f*cking eyes blurry
I mean heavily twisted, I been on lean
I'ma perculate and I'ma lean, n*gga feeling the breeze
I do thangs like a gangsta, hell is hot in the mangers
Smelling my Glock top as I pop shots, feel these hot potat'as
This for now not later, I got's to escalate you man
I'll take the sh*t out of your crib, like I'm your decorator
Punch ya', put your kid in the refrigerator
I bought a Glock for all you n*gga hater, popped a lot of shots at a demonstrator
I'm bout to penitrate ya, I been a gangsta
But my clip right in my hand, f*cking my trigger finger
[Hook - 2x]
[Soulja Slim]
It's getting crucial now, three murders every day
sh*t will never stop, in the N-O-L-A
New Orleans Louisiana, can I ride with my heat
I'ma ride with my heat, four time felony
Everybody telling me, stay out the penetentiary
But I'd rather go back, than get my head on a flat
Them Magnolia n*ggas, them Melpomene n*ggas
Them Calliope n*ggas, ain't nothing to play with
If they got beef, then they letting the K spit
Trying to make a n*gga disappear, like matrix
I wear my Reebok's, with the loose shoe laces
And stomp in em like a big dog, in different places
Never went out of state, and caught no cases
Don't think that I won't, homeboy I'll waste ya
Somebody call the ambulance
That boy blood flood the street like a avalanche, dead on arrival
[Hook - 2x]