Real or Fake Niggas Lyrics
| Song | Real or Fake Niggas |
| Artist | Noreaga |
| Album | Melvin Flynt - Da Hustler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Burke, Charles, Joseph ... | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga | |
| Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas | |
| Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it | |
| {Final Chapter} | |
| Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis | |
| The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it | |
| Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare | |
| Cock back scream what, then face it | |
| Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it | |
| Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it | |
| My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin' | |
| Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit | |
| Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep | |
| 'cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep | |
| I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat | |
| Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets | |
| Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C. | |
| Home of the legends, plus missions beats | |
| For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka | |
| We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka | |
| {Noreaga} | |
| Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten | |
| And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just | |
| Flow down to ya neck | |
| Get ya cash up, 'cause some time you pass ass up | |
| Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna f**k with a slut | |
| My flow is in and out, and out and in | |
| No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again | |
| And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine | |
| Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard | |
| If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge | |
| Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad | |
| Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit | |
| You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit | |
| Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit | |
| Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit | |
| While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter {modified} | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga? | |
| Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas | |
| Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| To the death, we be livin it up | |
| All my niggas who ain't givin a f**k | |
| Cop ya shit and bust | |
| Don't look here, if you hate nigga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| {Final Chapter} | |
| It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me | |
| Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly | |
| Things changin, prepare for the occasion | |
| School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian | |
| You ain't amazin me, or facin me | |
| Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key | |
| And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us | |
| Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises | |
| Word from the wises, get dough, break bread | |
| Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head | |
| And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said | |
| Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now | |
| Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary | |
| Still full of couple things short like February | |
| From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours | |
| We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya | |
| Chorus #2 |
| zuo ci : Burke, Charles, Joseph ... | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga | |
| Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas | |
| Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it | |
| Final Chapter | |
| Ain' t nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis | |
| The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it | |
| Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare | |
| Cock back scream what, then face it | |
| Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it | |
| Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O. J. to chase it | |
| My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin' | |
| Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit | |
| Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep | |
| ' cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep | |
| I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat | |
| Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets | |
| Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L. F. C. | |
| Home of the legends, plus missions beats | |
| For this tale to decrease, y' all all turn sucka | |
| We fly O. T., with fire brain in our chucka | |
| Noreaga | |
| Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten | |
| And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just | |
| Flow down to ya neck | |
| Get ya cash up, ' cause some time you pass ass up | |
| Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna f k with a slut | |
| My flow is in and out, and out and in | |
| No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again | |
| And the shit mine, get my journal' s a spit shine | |
| Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard | |
| If I ain' t in Iraq, then I' m right in the marge | |
| Taotaotao, like the Flipmode Squad | |
| Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit | |
| You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit | |
| Yeah my name papi, but I ain' t poppin shit | |
| Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit | |
| While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter modified | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga? | |
| Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas | |
| Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| To the death, we be livin it up | |
| All my niggas who ain' t givin a f k | |
| Cop ya shit and bust | |
| Don' t look here, if you hate nigga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| Final Chapter | |
| It' s been a while comin, fullback endzone with me | |
| Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly | |
| Things changin, prepare for the occasion | |
| School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian | |
| You ain' t amazin me, or facin me | |
| Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key | |
| And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us | |
| Y' all like deetechs, need better disguises | |
| Word from the wises, get dough, break bread | |
| Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head | |
| And when there' s somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said | |
| Freestyle, M. O. B., nigga voi p now | |
| Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary | |
| Still full of couple things short like February | |
| From Iraq to P. R., the world is ours | |
| We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we' ll see ya | |
| Chorus 2 |
| zuò cí : Burke, Charles, Joseph ... | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga | |
| Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas | |
| Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it | |
| Final Chapter | |
| Ain' t nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis | |
| The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it | |
| Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare | |
| Cock back scream what, then face it | |
| Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it | |
| Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O. J. to chase it | |
| My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin' | |
| Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit | |
| Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep | |
| ' cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep | |
| I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat | |
| Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets | |
| Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L. F. C. | |
| Home of the legends, plus missions beats | |
| For this tale to decrease, y' all all turn sucka | |
| We fly O. T., with fire brain in our chucka | |
| Noreaga | |
| Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten | |
| And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just | |
| Flow down to ya neck | |
| Get ya cash up, ' cause some time you pass ass up | |
| Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna f k with a slut | |
| My flow is in and out, and out and in | |
| No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again | |
| And the shit mine, get my journal' s a spit shine | |
| Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard | |
| If I ain' t in Iraq, then I' m right in the marge | |
| Taotaotao, like the Flipmode Squad | |
| Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit | |
| You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit | |
| Yeah my name papi, but I ain' t poppin shit | |
| Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit | |
| While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit | |
| Chorus: Final Chapter modified | |
| Is you a real or a fake nigga? | |
| Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas | |
| Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| To the death, we be livin it up | |
| All my niggas who ain' t givin a f k | |
| Cop ya shit and bust | |
| Don' t look here, if you hate nigga | |
| When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas | |
| Embrace niggas | |
| Final Chapter | |
| It' s been a while comin, fullback endzone with me | |
| Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly | |
| Things changin, prepare for the occasion | |
| School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian | |
| You ain' t amazin me, or facin me | |
| Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key | |
| And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us | |
| Y' all like deetechs, need better disguises | |
| Word from the wises, get dough, break bread | |
| Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head | |
| And when there' s somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said | |
| Freestyle, M. O. B., nigga voi p now | |
| Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary | |
| Still full of couple things short like February | |
| From Iraq to P. R., the world is ours | |
| We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we' ll see ya | |
| Chorus 2 |
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