Really - The Game feat Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz, Soulja Boy & T.I
[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
F_ck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo
Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo
Hate rats, got my n_ggas in the fed
Got money in the bank and money on my head
Really? N_ggas sound silly
Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli
Free my n_gga Meek Milly, bad b_tch out of Philly
Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy
Who you think I give a f_ck about, an enemy?
Think I give a f_ck about the industry?
P_ssy ass n_gga Better Google me
Boy, I really made a million out the f_ckin' streets
Boy, I had a white car back in '04
Back in runnin' wood days and ride low
When bein' a street n_gga really meant something
Now n_ggas sell his soul for a follow
If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, n_gga?
Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer
Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today
Took that sh_t to the 'jects empower the hittas
I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, f_ckin' with Nipsey
And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains
Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game
Cause real n_ggas livin' the same
[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16
My partner did a decade so what the f_ck you really mean?
Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video
Causin' all this racket, no tennis court
Really made a million in a kitchen fork
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork
Often offended, I told that b_tch to get out when she finished
Need me a b_tch that gon' s_ck me and f_ck me
And freak me and pass me to all of her friends
That's what it is, verbal telekinesis
Korrupt mixed with Jeezy, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus
Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers
I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas
Got a fresh hairline from Peter
Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast
Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter
N_ggas ain't killing sh_t, n_ggas they playing
They saying they killing sh_t
Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey
And the sh_t here might burn a little bit
I'm like, "Really, little b_tch, say really"
[Hook - Soulja Boy:]
F_ck these n_ggas
N_ggas say they gon' kill me
N_ggas say they gon' kill me
N_ggas say they gon' kill me
N_ggas say they gon' kill me
[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Brand new Benz with the top down
In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round
N_gga I don't give a f_ck, motherf_cker, act up
Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound
Comin' with the bullsh_t, get shot down
S_cker free, no fly zone in my town
And there ain't no discussion
It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'
I promise, my n_gga, you want it, my n_gga?
My young n_ggas ready, they goin' on guard
They act like they know ain't no God
We so official, for sure, no facade
Trap n_gga shine like I glow in the dark
Still got my.44 in the door
I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you
Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you
Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you
I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do
And can't nobody handle you the way I do
Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two
And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, know we gon' handle that
Blow your ass off the map
And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap
My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'
I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'
We come through in Mercedes and shoot you
You'd think Call of Duty would make it
Bacon, a n_gga got my moolah off top
He don't give me my moolah, off top
Give a damn what the naysayers say
And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Game:]
N_ggas ain't gon' kill sh_t
I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, n_gga, Will Smith
It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards
This sh_t right here you can't deal with
Two ice cubes and some cognac
Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back
Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem
Runnin' Aftermath in all black
I'll slaughter your house with 5'9's
Leave all you n_ggas with crooked eyes
Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz
Knockin' every b_tton off your b_ttoned up sleeves
Please that's Jeezy the Snowman
Comin' straight through your window like Bruh Man
Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog and f_ck my conscience
Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't f_ck with Compton
Don't f_ck with Kendrick, don't f_ck with Problem
Don't f_ck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them
My handle's dumb, I had no gun
F_ck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'
I bear arms like Durantula
This rocket launcher'll blow your whole f_ckin' mansion up
And everybody gotta die, put them candles up
How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?
And for you f_ck dumb n_ggas, let me slow it down
I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around
And when a n_gga say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio
To let a n_gga know it's goin' down
F_ck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you n_ggas
Go A$AP Ferg on you n_ggas
Been all through New York with Diddy
My verse'll Schmurda you n_ggas
And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti
Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti
Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack
Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body
Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old
I will still be the pilot that light up the stove
And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back
And tell n_ggas that Detox come out this October
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober
And verses like this'll get me a new Rover
Get you a new home and a casket you bastard
Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over
Soulja!
[Hook]
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