Only Real Niggas

(アルバム： Give It 2 'Em Raw - 1998)

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 making 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 assassinating, all bustas who be soldier hating
My bodygaurd is the Lord
Mines in the back of my head
My dogg, a born killa
Treal nigga
Been running with me since I was small
Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't
Cause its sung to struggling that be riding
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
Telling 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 trying to stay busta free
But y'all not hearing me
Its nuts or cuffs
Get it how you live, on these city streets
And every nigga roam,
Gotta be Bout It Bout It
Niggaz pouring syrup in the game
They not being 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, riding red
A big dope dealer I used to fuck with doing 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 going to get blazed
I respect that by me being 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 morning
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 facing life in prison, with a leathal injection
But these dick sucking DA's
They refuse the charge
I rolled off B1, making boo-koo noise
Screaming 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 mothafucking more
I got big plans, ya understand?
By slanging 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]