ฟังเพลงReal Nigga Quotes (Album Version)

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yo, i be the big illinois, here to build and destroy

i come on your deck, on your set

on your strip, through your burrough

rippin any muthaf**ka that steps towards me

yeah, i got power like floors be

yo, check it out y'all

real n***a quotes i tote, got some s**t on the free but

this some s**t that i wrote, legendary like the goat

who got game?

giving a quarter rest while i make these quarter notes

my album, niggaz was expectin, now my water broke

before it, i was sorta broke

get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope

on a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke

you sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope

at the end of the road trip still,i'ma hold s**t down like syndrome

rappers are like fox brown tryin to get home

rarely get your touchdown, i'm in the end zone

you can't honor what i'm on, then B***h nigga, get gone

from the wind storm, i've been told the street folklore

body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for

that provokes war, stand out like cold sores

you claim that you hard but you wholecore

george bush and cia, you movin old or

i write like mention for publishin but you sold yours

com got rhymes, dug make beats

style complete, plus unique, the s**t be sweet

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

yo check it(down on the real to real)

chicka-chicka-m-chicka-c-chicka-m and my

people call me com and collective with prospective

i draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds

bomb like 'nam sounds, tell yo B***h to calm down

unless you want to get me skull askin' me to take my hat off

on ill raps, i spit as if i had a bad cough

this craig n***a stole a style and ain't take the tag off

playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off

more heart than an artery, jones in my bones

to see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama

if you try to sit com down, this ain't comedy

shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies

commonly, i hear these rats thinkin they mahogany

on every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me

in a reservoir, i flow and go

on and on, like erykah or etcetera

designated not to make hits but hit home

out of proportion, hit makers get blown

com got rhymes, dug make beats

style complete, plus unique, the s**t be sweet

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

yo yo

rnb studs kill me with they hardcore ballads

love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent

i hate to staple the singers together, but in my head

it's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on marvin gaye

where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me

mcs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz immature

wearin bobs, if i got a show in your town, i'm there with mob

bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job

com got rhymes, dug make beats

style complete, plus unique, the s**t be sweet

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

down on the real to real

com got rhymes, dug make beats

style complete, plus unique, the s**t be sweet

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real

(on the real)you know the s**t be real