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Doe Boy

Real Talk Pt. 3

 

Real Talk Pt. 3

(album: In Freebandz We Trust - 2013)


[2Pac:]
We doing this shit from Cleveland to LA, nigga
Whatever you niggas want, we bringing it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga
It's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at?

[Doe Boy:]
Fuck niggas talking that shit, but I swear on my flag, nigga it ain't on nothing
I was 16 with a M-16, pull up on a fuck nigga start drumming
Broke lil' nigga we ain't care about nothing, when you see me just start running
Just a lil' nigga with a mask and a Glock, nigga that's when them bands start coming
Tool on deck, so back up
Cop run my name and called backup
Cause he know a nigga be strapped up
I'd never put that Mac up
100 round chopper, 30 rounds popper
You ain't no shooter, you ain't no robber
You ain't no killer, you ain't no shotta
What you shoot? What was you robbin'?
Stop flexing, savage young nigga, I'm reckless
Fuck nigga come in my section, put you in a box no message. Headless!
I don't really give 2-fucks about you
Nosey ass nigga, I was raised by the killers
Younging 15 and he toting that 30
Had to multiply his fucking niggas by two
Young nigga gangbanging, in the hood flag hanging, running with a 40 on his hip
Nighttime looking for a lick. You was probably looking for a bitch
Ratting ass nigga, you a snitch. See it in your eye you a bitch
Mouth talking off tough shit. Heart saying you ain't on shit
Tote that Glock, 3 gon' get shot. Get D niggas or you gon' get got
Throwing head shots, give a fuck about an opp
Execute a nigga, make his kids can watch
Fuck ass niggas get dropped. Realest nigga rapping since Pac
I was really thugging on the block. I was really sending them shots
F-1, F-2, F-3, F-4, nigga even got a F-5
On the Firm, that ain't no lie. Nigga try me gon' die
Hate me, I don't know why?
You don't like being alive?
Mob boss nigga, I'm tired
Had the whole set go wild
Still on that same thing, Rubber Band Money Gang
Nigga wanna roll with' me?, at yo' brain
Nigga you lost it, Nigga don't like to be cautious
Your hood's probably the softest. Start with us, ain't no pausing
Hater on my dick, get off me. Before a nigga hide in your closet
I ain't gon' do no talking. Answer this gun, it's calling

done

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