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Yeah, uh! I got that work, fuck Labor Day, Just bought a gun, fuck punching in! Throwing rocks, no hopscotch Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot. Bang! Last night it was a dream, this morning a fantasy, Back when the only fan I had was a fiend, aha, aha Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea But it's cool I've been catching on to their formula See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill for, Then rewind my ..., then unroll my... The bad guy never once been a hoes' hero! He get zero! I said nada, bitch pass the karma, oh, oh, oh, yeah! How'd it feel to be a real nigga? I'm a product of a real nigga La-la-la familia, real nigga! Get confronted by a real nigga Fuck with one of my real niggas It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real nigga? It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real nigga My whole life I've been a real nigga La-la familia, real nigga Letras de cancionesGet confronted by a real nigga Fuck with one of my, real niggas It's on like night fall, some time gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real nigga? I done jumped off my ass, Hit the lick and barely pass But I quickly got the balling. 2012 ain't really happen, So I guess it's back to trapping Eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal, My uncle stole my stereo My grandma can't control him! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga But, oh, oh, uh, uh Meet Glock clock familia, yeah! Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards With the eyes cut out My hate felt, my 45 elder, Poetry's deep I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame Orange-yellow, higher than ... Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, Seen my uncle steal from his mother, Now that's the money that I'm talking about! Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit And every day he still get a hit Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick. Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, Didn't take much to get me convinced, Coincidence that I ain't fucking with work Now let's re-rewind it, answer my church Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt. Around the same time all you niggas was on purp My sober ass was snatching her purse, Make the ice cream truck freeze Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese! Do some many Lucas in his eyes before I leave The cops will never get the leak, grandma taught me well And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery, yeah! But this little Piggy went to market, This little Piggy carry chrome I done jumped off my ass, Hit the lick and barely pass But I quickly got the balling. 2012 ain't really happen, So I guess it's back to trapping Eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal, My uncle stole my stereo My grandma can't control him! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga But, oh, oh, uh, uh Meet Glock Clock familia, yeah! Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more She always got me things that we couldn't afford. The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, The Golden Eye was away at war We wasn't thinking of getting money then Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz Cause he been tripping now, He sweats a lot and slimming down I also notice moms be locking doors when he around. But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whisky to piss in cups Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it Moms used to tell me like, 'nigga, know who you dealing with!' Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K, oh I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, He called us over like, 'Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah We're like, 'Damn, nigga!' Then again, Hey, yeah, We're like, 'Damn, nigga!' Hearing him say cause turned us to a fan, nigga Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help She should've never left her gun on the shelf But this little Piggy went to market, This little Piggy carry chrome I done jumped off my ass, Hit the lick and barely pass But I quickly got the balling. 2012 ain't really happened, So I guess it's back to trapping Eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal, My uncle stole my stereo My grandma can't control him! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga! But, oh, oh, uh, uh Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga But, oh, oh, uh, uh Meet Glock clock familia, yeah! From Letras Mania