Rap Nigga

Man, dog You all can't fool a real nigga ainna Man, you can't fool no real nigga, dog You can tell a fuck nigga anything, dog But you can't run that shit on a real nigga Y'all niggas, y'all rap niggas, dog TV-ass niggas who done sold two, three, four-mill or five million records, dog A million records And you steady hollering, bitch, you got a hundred bars And you got them for ten-five Oh, you can't fool a real nigga, dog Bitch, you a full-time rapper now, nigga That's all you do You rap Ain't nothing wrong with being a full-time rapper, dog But stop running on the... I think you can run it on a real nigga, dog And you little young niggas that's coming up, dog Dropping a nigga a CD Getting, wanting niggas to listen to your shit, nigga And you on there talking 'bout you Birdman, bitch, and you ain't got a car You on there, talking that gangsta and you ain't even did nothing out here Next time, a nigga give you a CD, dog And you listen to it And you know this nigga ain't 'bout what he on here talking 'bout Slap that fuck nigga right in his mouth, dog You say you know a nigga realer than Plies But where he at? Certified, pussy ass nigga 100% real nigga, dog Get it how you live, nigga