This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want that
This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want it
Y'all don't want it, this is
You already know what it is
I rep the bridge for life, black
(Show me where the cash at)
And it's like that
So I can get some good shit that keep the fiends comin' back
You niggas talk gangsta but I don't hear none of that
You find me in the hood, anywhere they get money at
Rollin' in a coupe, fully equipped, I can live with that
A chick real thick so when I'm bent I can get in that
They love the kid 'cause I rap, plus what I spit is crack
You know I'm 'bout money, though, won't be no cuffin' that
Shorty's a hoe, so picture me lovin' that
Spendin' my dollars on Prada, never that
And I don't ever trick, I sit back, let the cheddar stack
And all you fake gangsters, I got one for you
You step on my toes or fuck with my dough I have to kill you
I dare one of you moolies to fool with the moolah
I reach for the toolie and send a shot through your medulla
Motherfucker 'cause
This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want that
This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack
I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want it
Y'all don't want it, this is
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