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Most of the realest niggas live through real pain, that shit true This ain't a scrimmage, this the real game This fake shit get cut, no scissors They tryna tell me to pipe down, nigga Shit is hard to explain, I can feel the evil eye behind the shades Makin' major plays, nigga, I been up for days I need that pie in the sky and I can't wait Give 'em a piece of my soul with every take (Hit-Boy) Uh, might be the verse to seal my fate Fuck waitin' 'til my wake to tell a nigga I'm great Liquor spillin' as I skate, movin' like I work weight, livin' everything I say Lessons on lessons, blessings on blessings, shit, I guess it's a message And everything big bands, no wedding ring I don't play rap shit, catch me sliding to Teddy P I can't play a second fiddle, nigga First string type nigga, Chauncey, but no Billups Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after Should take up tithes on you niggas, go 'head, pay the pastor Can't repaint the past hook, y'all slept on the last one Damn, slept on the last one Don't hate the player, hate this cold game Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after Don't hate the player, hate this cold game Can't go out sad, a gangster is who they named me after Letras de cancionesA good name is better than a good face That's what some would say, took all that I could take One's loss is another man's gain One toss could be the end of the game, nigga, practice on your aim Two wrongs don't make a right, two mil'll get you right Seen both at close sight, success and failure Drug paraphernalia, two grams of the Skywalker Bangin' the first Carter, niggas'll try to off you We high on the meter, my nigga They mean muggin' when they see the two seater, my nigga A fifth lawyer on the case, that'll change your face Smile through it all, that's amazing grace Uh, R.I.P. to Aretha Rest in peace my nigga Nip Free the real ones, free the real ones, yeah From Letras Mania