Real Nigga Shit

[Chorus: Louieville Sluggah] Niggas wanna be like Henny, niggas is mad cuz I'm Henny Niggas even hate me cuz I'm Henny, still good and plenty, scream Henny Up late, clonin pennies, sippin on Henny [Louieville Sluggah] I'm double parked on the Av., I see my staff They watchin shorty wop jump out and into a Jag She got harassed, she's mad, closed off fast I'm yellin out to her, "Please, love don't crash" But here they roll up the opposition I had to form and make the D's, take a detour Comin on these blocks, you gonna need more Before we blow the door up off the hedges Somethin for rememberin, all they knew was Timberlands Had to switch up, cuz they swore it was our emblem Bullshittin, traffic gave me tickets, snatched it then I ripped it Jumped in, Rock flippin, now I'm out whippin [Chorus: Doc Holiday] Niggas want respect like Doc, bash ya phat check like Doc Catch wreck on the block like Doc, hot sex on the spot like Doc Ya niggas can't fuck wit me, that nigga D-O-C [Doc Holiday] Grease them wills, you lack the skills it takes to beat me Try to greet me from behind, heard your hills was squeaky Peep me, L S squared, double O blowin Hot as my next flight, where you, where the fuck we goin? Big tits, big ass, big lips, I bet it's D.D And that ho can't wait to see me Charge everybody and for us it's a freebie Word to my fam, and Breevoid, Omar and G.B And my brother's Kay, knockin down a quarter century In the penitentiary, mad niggas mention me If it's hell for you, nigga save a cell for me While I loose these fools, tryin to pick and choose my destiny Next to me, be my M.F.C. runnin shit Walk that fine line between rhyme and crime syndicate Been through it, from a corner to a sale You'se a corner if you tell, Doc Holi' makin you yell [Chorus: Starang Wondah] Niggas wanna be like Starang, in the day blowin g like Starang Word up push a fly v like Starang, aiyo ya bitch Niggas can't see Starang Who? Roll a double d like Starang [Starang Wondah] Word up, word up, time after time, word up After smoke dime after dime And then commence to writin rhyme after rhyme Word up, I outta let my nigga Doc knock ya head clear off Actin like you don't know cuz my crew took a year off And you can't recognize Henny because he cut his hair off And then ya get into the streets, ya bitch ass wanna have a stare off Niggas that I thought that I knew was live Fucked up in the game, like niggas sellin two for five They crew is jive, night after night losin sleep Them niggas weak, ain't got no heat, and on they block can't eat I'm strictly street, these wack niggas sware they be spittin But I stay kickin better shit, on Christopher N. Pickens Smokin and bullshittin, but it's different nowadays A nigga stay in the studio, makin power plays Word up, I turn on my television, you ain't even knowin that Aiyo, this nigga flowin now, aiyo that's how it's goin down Magnum Force ready for any showdown, word up Still reppin from ninety now pass two thou' When it's on, and it's on, word up, word up, word up