Z-Ro - Real or Fake lyrics

King of Da Ghetto Entertainment
Slash Rap-A-Lot Records in this bitch, nigga
That's right nigga
Changed my name to Rother Vandross
Fuck you ol' punk ass niggas nigga

Either you real, or you fake
Either you hold what you got, or you break
Yeah this the part of the game
That they ain't want me to see
Yeah they love it when I'm in jail
It's easier for them to sell
Either you real, or you fake
Either you hold what you got, or you break
Yeah this the part of the game
That they ain't want me to see
They had it easy when I was in TDC
But here I go

Ever since I was a young'n
I been caught up in this thug life
Modern day thug niggas
Don't even live a thug life
Wearing pink shirts and shit
That ain't a color a thug likes
Fuck the judges
Why they always try to give a thug life
I'm not an automatic man
I would rather revolve
Shell cases leave evidence
If I do it it won't get solved
Mourning y'all be hit snitches
Homie, so please, don't get involved
We hit you when you least expect
Some white niggas'll get at y'all
And if you get away, you better stay gone
I moved out 11 years ago
But, I can call shots on my
Block from a pay phone
Hell yeah I'm that grown
And I got pull like a hemi mayn
I'm purple stuff and grape soda
What the fuck is Remy mayn

July 9th, that's the day TDC turned me loose
Consider that a holiday
You should pop open the Goose july 9th
That's the day J prince won his case
Them safe some bad ass attorneys
We 'spose to be upstate
Fruity Pebbles use to be, in my cereal bowl
And now I got fruity pebbles
Wrapped around my neck and they glow
And I'll be damned if a man rob me
And I don't rob his ass back
Hit him in the head with the lead
And I bet his head can't
Fit in his fitted cap
(Know why) , cause I'm an asshole by nature
And I don't love my bitch, I love my paper
Yeah you ain't shit
If you ain't never been screwed up
But, you gon' take a nasty punch
If I lace my shoes up

I'm a quiet nigga
But I've got a competitive nature
So much yellow and purple
You might think I play for the Lakers
I'm Kobe, ain't no other King of Da Ghetto
I'm the one and only
I bet all your nieces and nephews
And cousins know me
I rise above the competition
Cause they're so below me
Kinda like what a Geneva watch
Is to a Rolley
And I know King Johnny, the real King Johnny
Those diamonds are not shining homie
You never seen Johnny i know my haters
Would love to see me in that all white
It's a bitch
Wondering what the world is doing all night
Took my freedom for granted
Bet I won't do it again
I'm out here flipping
These hundred thousands
About to do it again that's right