Real (young Jeezy Diss) Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Remember everybody ain't loyal 

You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them, nigga show 'em 

It's coke in the pot, nigga drop it and let it boil 

Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em 

Eastside, sleeping in my dope house clothes 

Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds 

Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed 

Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes 

Straight to the tippy top 

Hear this nigga spitting it, whether I got a hit or not 

I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock 

I'm just a cocaina chemist 

Cooking, chopping and cutting, you'll die if I push a button 

Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to thugging 

If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin' 

The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public 

Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt 

And said "how you love it, bitch?" 

Remember everybody ain't loyal 

Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil 

Dancing with the devil or eating fish with the Lord 

Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, nigga 

All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga 

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The world ain't big enough for both of us 

Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting fucked 

Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic 

Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active 

Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0 

Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4 

I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow 

But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo' 

Straight to the facts, nigga 

I looked up to you, put that on my momma 

Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar 

Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese 

I played my fuck ass contract, what the lick read? 

Thought I'd say this shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it 

You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet 

Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had to show ya 

Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya 

Man you said you the realest nigga in this motherfucker, check it 

But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record 

No nuts, got the whole team looking weak 

Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET 

L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked 

You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat 

I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be 

They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me 

ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers 

Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey nigga 

Just a whole lot of rapping, but no motherfucking action 

Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic 

And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate 

It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake 

Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place 

So take them shades up of your eyes, and look me in my fucking face 

Cause I'm a motherfucking rare breed 

The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again 

Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds 

I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-D's 

But BMF was sticking you for your fucking cheese 

And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard 

But underneath the fucking money you's a fucking mark 

Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you 

Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you 

Bitch 

Snowman Killa 

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