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TXT 100-ADG 文本歌词
(Johnny Juliano)
(Cardo got wings)
Real ni**a sh*t
Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
*s called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you a out of town ni**a like Biggie
Heard about the sh*t with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every ni**a with an owl on his chest and what
I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus
*s is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money
Ni**a catch these bullets like he catch the bus
Dawg, fame is a motherf**ker
Do a ni**a four favors when you can’t do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny house, give you 9 like Fif'
How a ni**a s'posed to love you *s?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you *s
Dre told me not to trust you *s
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you *s
Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a ni**a can’t live?"
Get this money, f**k these b**ches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like:
"We can pass these motherf**kin' straps like a physical"
This my city, ni**a, everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
L.A. *s, be the craziest, these *s do some shady sh*t
*s'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh*t, 40, I'm f**ked up
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L.A., all I ever asked is 100
L.A., L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
To every single f**kin' function
Had *s tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive sh*t
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious sh*t
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L.A., all I ever asked is 100
L.A., L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real ni**a
Held a ni**a down since he was a lil' ni**a
If he was still alive, he would kill *s
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
*s know how it feel when you missin' your ni**a though
Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Make a real ni**a wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You *s don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill ni**a
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real ni**a
Sh*t was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young ni**a right there with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
L.A. *s, be the craziest, these *s do some shady sh*t
*s'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh*t
Got a ni**a confused, but why a ni**a gotta choose?
Don't even matter, dog, cause I'm a always be a real ni**a
Always be a real ni**a
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real ni**a
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh*t
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh*t
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100
L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
L.A., all I ever asked is 100
L.A., L.A. *s, be the craziest, yeah, 100
All I ever asked is 100
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