Real or Fake n*ggas (feat. Final Chapter) lyrics

Chorus: Final Chapter
Is you a real or a fake n*gga
Get caught and run ya trap to the jake n*ggas
Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When sh*t get sweet, this click we can taste it

{Final Chapter}
Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis
The words that test, my job to the sh*t is trying to ace it
p*ssin on this sh*tty pavement, beef is snare
c*ck back scream what, then face it
Real n*ggas make it, while b*tch n*ggas fake it
Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it
My click take n*ggas back like Jane Close in Acin'
Feelin for n*ggas who stomach hurtin', never ate sh*t
Final Chapter, want ya n*ggas to sleep
'cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep
I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat
Thugged out, my n*ggas lay it down in the streets
Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C
Home of the legends, plus missions beats
For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka
We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka

{Noreaga}
Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just
Flow down to ya neck
Get ya cash up, 'cause some time you pass ass up
Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna f**k with a sl*t
My flow is in and out, and out and in
No doubt, make ya n*ggas say ouch again
And the sh*t mine, get my journal's a spit shine
Stay hard, plus a n*gga hit hard tard
If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge
Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad
n*gga hop my sh*t, so when you cop my sh*t
You got a shotgun? n*gga gonna cop my sh*t
Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin sh*t
Straight knock you out, like the Rocky sh*t
While ya cornballs n*gga, straight coppin sh*t

Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}
Is you a real or a fake n*gga?
Get caught and run ya track to the jakes n*ggas
Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When sh*t gets sweet, this click we can taste n*ggas
Embrace n*ggas
To the death, we be livin it up
All my n*ggas who ain't givin a f**k
Cop ya sh*t and bust
Don't look here, if you hate n*gga
When sh*t gets sweet, this click we can taste n*ggas
Embrace n*ggas

{Final Chapter}
It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me
Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly
Things changin, prepare for the occasion
School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian
You ain't amazin me, or facin me
Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key
And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us
Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises
Word from the wises, get dough, break bread
Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head
And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said
Freestyle, M.O.B., n*gga voi p now
Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary
Still full of couple things short like February
From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours
We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya
Chorus #2