(feat. Lord Infamous)



[Chorus]

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Real, Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down. push her

Real, real Nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Real, real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down, push her

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound

Real, real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down

Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound



[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist and beat these bitches badly

Check them tramps, I neva nap cause Scarecrow gotta have the

Dividens, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes

Kickin that black bitch in her big end so hard that she pickin the skin up

off my boots

My brother has always said dont have no mercy on these hoes

Make them walk the strip until they wearin out they shoe soles

And ever since then I cant stand to see a bitch with a dollar

It mess me up that funky bitch cause I'll a

Bitch you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt

Bring Lord Infamous back some money before you get yo ass hurt

Bitch, You betta meet yo fuckin quota

Bitch you betta wise up

Fuck around and get yo ass put in the piledriver

Busta mother fucka pain hennessey across ya fuckin head

Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg

Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town

Niggaz betta learn you gotta beat a funky bitch down



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[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

One day me and Paul was chillin in the cut dog, jus glidin

A couplea bitches I knew ask for a ride

We just cruisin, jus a little pimpin

Rollin blunts and bumpin

Paul ask the bitch you wanna hit the hotel or something?

The hoes were with it so we fell up in the La Corta

And we smokin mega blunts and sippin on that grape fruit Gin

Now the bitches fucked up and the Scarecrow spittin crazy game

Paul in the corner gettin his dick sucked by the otha dame

Now I got the stallion comin on up out them draws

Oh lord now its type to bang the walls, bang the walls

Now we through but I still think the hoes dont get the picture

Fired up the roach and hit the rest of the liquor

(So whats up where you want us to drop you off to?)

Next thing I know she comin out her purse with a deuce, deuce

I started bustin, with the 80 out the ankle holster

Two wounded bitches in the hotel fuckin with LoCstaz



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