Testi musica canzoni

(Chorus 1)
Y'all don't know who ya fuckin' wit, baby
Y'all gon' fuck around and make a nigga go crazy
Y'all don't know who ya fuckin' wit, baby
Y'all gon' fuck around and make us all go crazy
Say...

[Verse 1]
Yo
I roll wit niggas that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso
Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to leave you caught up in stress
I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come
Other niggas can talk about it, but nigga be silent wit their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns
How they be sellin' drugs and how much niggas give `em love
Don't they know that I don't give a fuck about what they got
Braggin' about yo shit in front of me can get ya just got
I ain't playin' no games, I done said it before
I'm taking niggas' platinum plaques and puttin' my shit on they walls
I'm like the...
Best kept secret, that nobody knows
Only movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes
See some niggas out here, they only care for themselves
My and my niggas are the opposite: we catch this bread well
And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant
Never had no real cheese up in they muthafuckin' pocket
Papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold
But watch out for fake niggas, and them gold-diggin' hoes
Now these are the words that I'ma live by, till the day that I die
Fuck the nigga that doesn't understand, and has to ask why
Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake ass muthafuckas have to ask why
Now...

(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2)
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