Real And Fake

Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building

My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man

This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set

Get your hustle on, check me out on this one

Get your money mayn, yeah

The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake

I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes

In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight

On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

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I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block

I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got

So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off

I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft

If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it's worth

I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt

In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work

Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk

Southside Houston Texas, my niggaz that's where it's at

From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki's and all that

It's weight by the freight, this the cocaine state

You know it's heavy heavy cake, if it's Texas plate

Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot

Come up short more than once, and get the glock in your vault

You know it's open court, so we running fast break

In the hood posted up, cause it's money to make yeah

The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake

I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes

In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight

On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

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We got hood control, we on hood patrol

While your hood's flooded with silver, our hood is gold

Plus our hood's fa sho, we got weight by the pound

But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around

With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town

So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain't breaking 'em down

But the very second we do, go to rocking it up

Watch the fiends, cause that's when we go to locking shit up

You see I'm coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video

Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though

They'll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit

Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit

Now it's a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick

While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with

So therefore I'll be at my trap, in or out and about

Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I'm a hustler

The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake

I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes

In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight

On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

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See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real

Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals

I'm trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville

With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills

See whatever I got, gon sell

I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale

Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn

I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends

I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower

Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder

My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs

Infested with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs

We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug

And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged

It ain't no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods

And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud

The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake

I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes

In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight

On the block at the trap, cause it's money to make

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