Dee, VL Deck, K Blacka - 100 Real Niggas lyrics

[Dee, VL Deck, K Blacka - 100 Real Niggas lyrics]

I need money, I feed money, I see money
I take it i don't fuck with niggas who be
Out on they fake shit
100 real niggas around me
A lesson to you niggas
Don't you come out talking sideways
I'm the clique who with that shit
We cut a fucking niggas head
100 real niggas around

My niggas my niggas, yo niggas ain't shit
Look right, BMG, cowboy, run shit
Choppas on, choppas on
Don't get your ass lit
Choppas outside your home, make a nigga call
Beef you don't want that
I bring it where you lay at
When it come to war time, man I AK that
Take pictures with them choppas man
You ain't gonna spray that
You ain't never seen no flamer
Even never felt to keep back
You see your shooters, ain't real shooters
Superstars, we not salute you
Over here we swap it out, I take em out
And he gon' shoot you
See clearly we are not the same
Over here the clips hang
Think that bitch empty
And the choppa go bang bang

I need money, I feed money, I see money
I take it i don't fuck with niggas who be
Out on they fake shit
100 real niggas around me
A lesson to you niggas
Don't you come out talking sideways
I'm the clique who with that shit
We cut a fucking niggas head
100 real niggas around

Loaded guns around me
While we niggas who ready for war
Bitches can't catch shit when you
Know bustin' is more i'm a boss who rap CMB
I'll shoot you up for BMG
100 real niggas around me
They fond about that streets shit
Niggas talking beef, grab the scraps
Yea we're eating it
Don't know the niggas seal bottom
Later on the TV bitch
All my niggas around me
You know they catching dirty snitch
I see money, my rehash then take it
Then you mind and wonder what
A black can make 100% real nigga in me
What you thought about me
Got no killers with me
Bands with me, no stalkers with me

I need money, I feed money, I see money
I take it i don't fuck with niggas who be
Out on they fake shit
100 real niggas around me
A lesson to you niggas
Don't you come out talking sideways
I'm the clique who with that shit
We cut a fucking niggas head
100 real niggas around

BMG the cartel, with skeetes we go reeree
You don't cross the line nigga
So wish your face will be eaten
Shooters they gon' spray at me
You gon' make the TV
Must say heard about the rent
They feel shit with Uzi
I got killers out in Khaki
Like I told them I ain't bout that
My project nigga get ill
Fuck boi get in yo business
And If I'm in for murder
My lawyer get it or quit it
Bitch I destruct, I don't give no fuck
If you ain't ready to die
Nigga then you don't wanna near with us
My shooter with that knowledge, with that 5
They leave you baken on the pavement
Shivering and shaking like caine
Cuz my nigga you ain't gon' make it

I need money, I feed money, I see money
I take it i don't fuck with niggas who be
Out on they fake shit
100 real niggas around me
A lesson to you niggas
Don't you come out talking sideways
I'm the clique who with that shit
We cut a fucking niggas head
100 real niggas around

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