I Really Mean It (Album Version|Edited)

You see man

Let's get off of that lame man

Let's get into what we like to do man

This what we do preferably man

We bring that powerful music to your table man

Killa let 'em know something

Young Guru Just Blaze Killa Diplomats huh

Juelz Santana Jim Jones Freaky Zekey

Hoffa Dash huh Killa huh

Ya'll n***as dreamed it I have seen it

Body warm heart anemic

I really mean it

Coke a n***a steamed it fiends I leaned 'em

Beemer leaned it

I really mean it

Guns really beaming rarely miss what's really good

Bikes wheelie and creamin'

I really mean it

I'm a genius poppadopalis never leaning

On your Zenith

I really mean it

Killa bury more mutts they actually all ducks

Caddy more trucks its daddy Warbucks

And you Orphan Annie

Ma take off your panties

Sea soft and sandy

I really mean it

Yeah let's get lost in candy

I got lost in Boston Austin flossin' of course Miami

Reno Nevada sip pino colada

Mama I'm seen on the Prada

I really mean it

I rock more in Phoenix road to glory

Seen it you seen it

I really mean it

The game abuse it its pain in music

But this year wrist wear remains the bluest

I get lame and lose it beef came to do it

Aim and shoot it flames 'til your brains the fluid

Ya'll just kids see what I just did take a couple bars off

Let Just Blaze live

Yeah now that's powerful music man

You need to pop something and roll something

I really mean it

Killa we did it man I got your back forever Dip Set

I really mean it

And them lames we pop them sideways and drag them faggots

I really mean it

Ok we back in

Mami listen

I really mean it

Hey yo lock my garage rock my massage

F**k it bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh

Golly I'm gully look at his galoshes

Gucci gold platinum plaque collages

From collabos ghost writing for assholes

Want to use my brain than give Killa mad dough

It's all good increase Killa cash flow

Increase my fame that's why Killa smash h*es

You'll get side swiped look at my life

First movie ever merked out Mekhi Phife

And papi got jerked out of pies twice

Dip Set we working with five dice

Cee lo and craps c notes and stacks

I send bodies with read this note attached

Ya youngin' f**ked with boys in the hood

Gave her a son like Ricky from 'Boyz in the Hood'

On the couch bloody old lady sighing

Wifey screaming

I really mean it

Pissy little baby crying

F**k upped man s**t there you seen it

I really mean it

Fam man you terry cloth that mean you very soft

Gravy Mercedes add the cranberry sauce

Yeah gangstas ride man Flex we got you guns up

I really mean it

And all my ladies man the ghettos a diddy I need you I want you

I really mean it

Oh pop something roll something get twisted that's on Jim n***a

I really mean it

Harlem Man we here to stay it's nothing left to say man

I really mean it

Eastside and as for that lame man now see

I ain't even gone say your last name

Cuz that's mine I catch you you know what it is

You faggot

I ain't gone get to hyped over you man we gone bury you

Holla

See if you bout it bout it

Cuz we is

I really mean it

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