That's My Nigga For Real

[Verse 1]

Uhhhh….Zee

I got waitin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me

We have small beef, I still sell em O's for 350

They know in big beef, I pop 100 times

We like road kill, I leave niggas brains on 1 and 9

Am I down bitches? They be ready to kill

I be like chill, they be like

[Chorus]

That's my nigga fo real (I'm from the bricks)

That's my nigga fo real (Young Zee, smack, all my niggas, they be like)

That's my nigga fo real (yea B Boy you my nigga, yea talk to em)

I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record, still run get this money in the bricks

Spill it Zee….

[Verse 2]

I'm like, Santa clause I deliver niggas grams raw straight form panama

Feens eat it up like Hannibal

And my dimes disappear like magic wands

I sell em till the crack of dawn

And destroy every track I'm on

Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans

More raw then the Taliban, murk you for half a gram

I get B boy to drop you truck in the river

Fuck Snoop Dogg, he be like

[Chorus]

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

[Verse 3]

Scarecrow, what

I'm tryin a walk before I crawl I want it all

Ever since I came out of my mommas walls

I'm tryin to make so much dough when I write a song

I can bite em off

While your click on the corner sellin vinyl call

Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus we fabulous

Why you fall off like canabus' manager

My man D U keep the Nina pillin

[Chorus]

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

[Verse 4]

Zee need Buddah, E user, Beep, free lookers spittin from our PT Cruiser

My tape don't drop I still got dough to make

Got little niggas on roller skates holding my coke and weight

Blow paper, hoe chaser, dough raiser, Joe Fraiser

16 celly's and 4 pagers

Go hype up your squads that they mite fuck with ours

I just light up cigars go buy pipes, trucks and cars

Got acts in Indian, Atlanta deep ran the street 10 grand a week

I give em one word to put your man to sleep

And I love my jersey live bitches, they'll leave a niggas face with 35 stitches

They'll help me cop cinablocks and push your kids so deep in the ocean

They'll see where octopuses live

This label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill I know mad heads but still

[Chorus]

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real

That's my nigga fo real