Only Real N Lyrics

Soulja Slim

Only for the real niggaz who I fuck with

Know what I'm sayin'?

REal niggaz gon' feel this shit

Cause its only who I fuck with

Know what I'm sayin'?

Show by hands

Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars

And you be bout this real shit

That be to hard to swallow

Come follow?

Me to the land

The home of the soldiers

If not committed they will cut throat ya

Play brawl then go to

Soldier streets but don't sleeps

And shots to knock ya off ya feet

Specialise in assassinatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin'

My bodygaurd is the Lord

Mines in the back of my head

My dogg, a born killa

Treal nigga

Been runnin' with me since I was small

Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't

Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin'

With head biters in the trunk

Elliotts name was double crosser

He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya

Told me not to get my hand dirty

He'll be my nigga tosser

Tellin' me to do my rap thing

No Limit bring me out there

Just chill, and make my mills

With my skills and keep it real

Chorus-1:

That's a, born killa

1- A treal nigga

2+3- Big time, dope dealer

A real nigga, that get it how I live on it

Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real niggaz

Ill niggaz, and treal niggaz

That get it how the live nigga

Born killaz

Dope dealers

And treal niggaz

That get it how they live

The real niggaz, stay real

And the fakes stay fake

And you's a busta type nigga

Then stay the fuck outta my face

Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free

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Its nuts or cuffs

Get it how you live, on these city streets

And every nigga roam,

Gotta be Bout It Bout It

Niggaz pourin' syrup in the game

They not bein' solid

And thats the busta type

Niggaz I can't fuck with so I stay my distance

And run with real soldiers that love me

Only a handfull, duck and holler back

Real niggaz for sure got my back

All about the combat

All of the rest of 'em dead

Bread, ridin' red

A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doin' time in the vet

No need to say his name, my nigga used to slang them thangs

O-Z's and kilos

Heard the smack mayne

He used to give me grams

Never wanted to give me weight

He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed

I respect that by me bein' an addict

I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz

Chorus-2

I got sent to the old jail, where alot of niggaz don't survive

I rolled on the till bout a quarter of five

Got up early in the mornin'

Four feet up old mill

Guess who till rep

My dogg Cheer Will

He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in

But I gave that shit away

Cause my head bone bent

A murder charge in three attempts

What the fuck you expectin'?

I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection

But these dick suckin' DA's

They refuse the charge

I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise

Screamin' those bitches can't hold a Soulja like me down

Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from ? town

I ain't stay out, cause thirty days

I come right back in this bitch

Probation violation, gotta do a year in six

I bet you dick suckers won't see me

No mothafuckin' more

I got big plans, ya understand?

By slangin' lyrics like dope

To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second

Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them bitches respect ya

Chorus-3 till end