Soulja Slim - Only Real N... lyrics

Soulja Slim Only for the real, n***az who I f** with Know what I'm sayin'? REal n***az gon' feel this sh** Cause its only who I f** with Know what I'm sayin'? Show by hands Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars And you be bout this real sh** That be to hard to swallow Come, follow? Me to the land The home of the soldiers If not committed they will cut throat ya Play brawl then go to Soldier streets but don't sleeps And shots to knock ya off ya feet Specialise in a**a**inatin', all bustas who be soldier hatin' My bodygaurd is the Lord Mines in the back of my head My dogg, a born k**a Treal n***a Been runnin' with me since I was small Alot of y'all probably know him, then again ya probably don't Cause its sung to strugglin' that be ridin' With head biters in the trunk Elliotts name was double crosser He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya Told me not to get my hand dirty He'll be my n***a tosser Tellin' me to do my rap thing No Limit bring me out there Just chill, and make my mills With my sk**s and keep it real Chorus-1: That's a, born k**a 1- A treal n***a 2+3- Big time, dope dealer A real n***a, that get it how I live on it f** with born k**as, dope dealers and real n***az Ill n***az, and treal n***az That get it how the live n***a Born k**az Dope dealers And treal n***az That get it how they live The real n***az, stay real And the fakes stay fake And you's a busta type n***a Then stay the f** outta my face Because I'm tryin' to stay busta free But y'all not hearin' me Its nuts or cuffs Get it how you live, on these city streets And every n***a roam, Gotta be Bout It Bout It n***az pourin' syrup in the game They not bein' solid And thats the busta type n***az I can't f** with so I stay my distance And run with real soldiers that love me Only a handfull, duck and holler back Real n***az for sure got my back All about the combat All of the rest of 'em dead Bread, ridin' red A big dope dealer I used to f** with doin' time in the vet No need to say his name, my n***a used to slang them thangs O-Z's and kilos Heard the smack mayne He used to give me grams Never wanted to give me weight He knew my habit, had me out there, he was goin' to get blazed I respect that by me bein' an addict I was, here I had to snort about half a gram to get me a buzz Chorus-2 I got sent to the old jail, where alot of n***az don't survive I rolled on the till bout a quarter of five Got up early in the mornin' Four feet up old mill Guess who till rep My dogg Cheer Will He gave me five scoops, cause I just rolled in But I gave that sh** away Cause my head bone bent A murder charge in three attempts What the f** you expectin'? I'm facin' life in prison, with a leathal injection But these dick s**in' DA's They refuse the charge I rolled off B1, makin' boo-koo noise Screamin' those b**hes can't hold a Soulja like me down Then my pajamas, socks and T-shirts, with a tank from? town I ain't stay out, cause thirty days I come right back in this b**h Probation violation, gotta do a year in six I bet you dick s**ers won't see me No mothaf**in' more I got big plans, ya understand? By slangin' lyrics like dope To all my people locked down, y'all be home in a second Just keep it real, and stay treal and make them b**hes respect ya Chorus-3 till end