(Chorus 1)
Y'all don't know who ya f*ckin' wit, baby
Y'all gon' f*ck around and make a n*gga go crazy
Y'all don't know who ya f*ckin' wit, baby
Y'all gon' f*ck around and make us all go crazy
Say...
[Verse 1]
Yo
I roll wit n*ggas that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to leave you caught up in stress
I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come
Other n*ggas can talk about it, but n*gga be silent wit their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns
How they be sellin' drugs and how much n*ggas give `em love
Don't they know that I don't give a f*ck about what they got
Braggin' about yo sh*t in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't playin' no games, I done said it before
I'm taking n*ggas' platinum plaques and puttin' my sh*t on they walls
I'm like the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Only movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some n*ggas out here, they only care for themselves
My and my n*ggas are the opposite: we catch this bread well
And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant
Never had no real cheese up in they muthaf*ckin' pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold
But watch out for fake n*ggas, and them gold-diggin' hoes
Now these are the words that I'ma live by, till the day that I die
f*ck the n*gga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthaf*ckas have to ask why
Now...
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(Chorus 2)
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
Now all my thug muthaf*ckas say...
La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa
[Verse 2]
Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for
I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much liquor
I'm tired of n*ggas makin' promises they can't keep
I'm tired of all this stress that's unablin' me to sleep
I gotta...
Get on top of things, make some moves in this game
Anyone can lay the track, but only I can bring the fame, and for as
Long as I reign, I'ma bang on the brain
Makin' it hard for modern n*ggas in the streets to complain
Listen to the ones who, smoke Lala, and sniff up all the powda
And sell it for hot dollar, and don't give a f*ck about nada
Gemini, the greatest, I'ma ball till I fall
And I'ma, reassure your thought with a f*ckin' plaque on the wall
Mutha-f*ckas...
Y'all don't know, who ya f*ckin' wit, baby
Y'all don't know, who ya f*ckin' wit, baby
Say...
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)