These Niggas Ain't Real

[Hook - 2x] You niggas ain't real, you niggas ain't real You niggas ain't real, that's real [Big Tuck] You niggas ain't real, real niggas know that We'll come to your doormat, (*gun shot*) hold that Bitch niggas talk down, real niggas tote rounds Move crack through the town, survived up and down Been there done that, can't lose fuck that Fall off bounce back, fake niggas hate that I know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true Be real with a nigga be real with you, you get a chick Southside too Stay on top of game, it's hard to shoot red beam to aim Gotta get that change, disregard the fame Why y'all niggas hate, we shook back to divide up the cake Won't stop we fill the plate, y'all niggas better get it straight [Hook - 4x] [Trae] These niggas ain't real, I'ma show 'em the definition Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggas missing I'm gon expose some niggas out here what the deal, quick to stealed They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro Not too much but you niggas know, these niggas here never be hoes For real I promise these niggas, be putting me in my zone Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running they bitch ass home I forever Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' never changing but rearranging Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like Gary Payton For the 2K3 they can't see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.C Bitch niggas better beat they feet, ain't no way you finna fuck with me Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they teeth I hope you feel what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling y'all Straight up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all [Hook - 4x] [Z-Ro] These niggas ain't real, they just act like they got nuts 24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling us I'm one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers Why blow with beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters Guerilla Maab they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks They daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it's R.I.P One day Dinkie gon be free, no more Penitentiary Up on the stage with us getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my rearview But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't dead Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled So I claim that ass mine, when you revenge watch you out a vine Homie you better respect my mind, or be the next nigga to get found face down [Hook - 4x]