2 Real (feat. Lil' Flip)

(187, 187, 187)

(Who's next?)

Screwed Up Click

You know what this means, right?

Clover G! Let's go

Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor

Ya dig?

You know who you are

You be home, you behind the mic

Not me though

[Chorus]

"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X]

[Lil' Flip]

This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay

Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)

The G way, so hit me on my three way

Look if you want to live, you better take it easy

You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off

You violate me again, I infa beam y'all

This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers

Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor

I make hits in the streets and in the booth

So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)

I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain

I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"

I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang

My work pure since you want to talk blow man

I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose

Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]

Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh

Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused

Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools

Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge

I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools

Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news

Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose

They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth

Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued

Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away

For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K

Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away

From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay

Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate

So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs

Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs

Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]

Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace

Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets

First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow

But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold

I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife

Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight

(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me

Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me

[Chamillionaire]

NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me

I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee

In money that we trust, so you can trust in me

Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week

They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech

It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast

Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease

If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]

Hey, we too real man

For real, yeah

Too real to be an actor, man

(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?

Hahaha

Hey Cham man

It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby

Hey let 'em know

The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire

It's Volume 4, right?

Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man

I'm fuckin with these beats now

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