Tytuł: Real or fake niggaz

• Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
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   Chorus: Final Chapter
  Is you a real or a fake nigga
  Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
  Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
  When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it
  
  {Final Chapter}
  Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis
  The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it
  Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare
  Cock back scream what, then face it
  Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it
  Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it
  My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'
  Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit
  Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep
  Cuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep
  I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat
  Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets
  Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.
  Home of the legends, plus missions beats
  For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka
  We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka
  
  {Noreaga}
  Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
  And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just
  flow down to ya neck
  Get ya cash up, cuz some time you pass ass up
  Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut
  My flow is in and out, and out and in
  No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again
  And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine
  Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard
  If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge
  Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad
  Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit
  You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit
  Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit
  Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit
  While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit
  
  Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}
  Is you a real or a fake nigga?
  Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas
  Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
  When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
  Embrace niggas
  To the death, we be livin it up
  All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck
  Cop ya shit and bust
  Don't look here, if you hate nigga
  When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
  Embrace niggas
  
  {Final Chapter}
  It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me
  Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly
  Things changin, prepare for the occasion
  School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian
  You ain't amazin me, or facin me
  Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key
  And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us
  Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises
  Word from the wises, get dough, break bread
  Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head
  And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said
  Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now
  Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary
  Still full of couple things short like February
  From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours
  We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya
  
  Chorus #2