Lyric Them Nigga z Ain t Real

You was a killa
on the muthaphukkin streets
but in the county
you gettin that ass beat
I always knew you was a hoe
I got a call from my nigga
said they put that ass on the do
had you hollerin like a bitch
without yo muthaphukkin glock
nigga you ain t shit
but in the hood
you was known fa bein hard
but now my niggaz got that ass
hollerin fa the gaurds
it s too late for cryin
you shoulda thought about
the shit nigga while
you was firin
takin some innocent niggaz life
and got his mama cryin
hard enough the otha night
just like they say
what goes around
must come around
you kill d the nigga
now you gettin that ass beat down
if you s a man when you did the crime
then bitch be a man
when you do the time
cause if you can t
take the heat
then put yo glock down
cause if you don t
you gettin that ass whooped
and locked down
cause when a nigga catch a case
he don t tell you
how it really is
just ask the nigga in his cell
them niggaz ain t real

CHORUS:
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped


I knew this nigga
in the game
who was strong fa
slangin caine
but the nigga was a
straight up bitch man
he used to roll wit a car
full of niggaz
they all talked gas
but they was hoe s
behind the trigga
I showed him no respect
cause he s a true bitch
got jacked by a nigga
didn t do shit
he got jacked by
some niggaz on the East Side
hit his ass for 3 birds
and let the shit ride
and shit like that
makes me mad
because the nigga
jacked his ass
without a ski mask
they must a knew
he was a hoe
cause they showed they face
if that was me
it d be a muthaphukkin
murda case
cause I d be damned
if I m let a nigga
take my shit
call me bitches and hoes
but pistol whip my bitch
and have me standin there stupid
wit a fucked face
got my hands
not the lands
now it s rough Tate
cause that nigga wasn t real G
befo a nigga take
my shit
dem niggaz betta kill me
cause I m a show em
what the deal is
that nigga was a hoe
dem niggaz ain t real

I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped

I heard a rumor
that they said
I was broke
I didn t have a six-fo
and another so def
but dem niggaz
don t know me
the same niggaz
that s talkin
was the ones
that s hollerin fo me
but bitch
I don t think so
my shit is nation wide
and dem niggaz still loco
I m doin tours
while dem niggaz
doin talent shows
I ought to take
my fuckin glock
and straight clown
dem hoes
cause if you got
sumtin to say
say it in my face
ew if ya do
it d be a muthaphukkin
murda case
catch his ass on stage
and represent
me and my boyz
in the audience
wit the techs
bustin caps
at yo ass
straight gunnin man
got cha jumpin
like Hammer
doin a runnin man
so if you got
sumtin to say
keep it to yo self
cause talkin bad
about Pistol s bad
fo yo health
so bitch
raise up
to this real shit
you betta ask
a muthaphukka
who you fuckin wit
cause I m a show you
what the deal is
[Ey yo P
you want me to
straighten dem hoes]
dem niggaz ain t real

I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped
I always knew he was a hoe
you come to me wit that shit
you gettin popped