(feat. Trae, Z-Ro) 



[Hook x2] 

You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real 

You niggaz ain't real, that's real 



[Big Tuck] 

You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that 

We'll come to your doormat, (*gun shot*) hold that 

Bitch niggaz talk down, real niggaz tote rounds 

Move crack through the town, survived up and down 

Been there done that, can't lose fuck that 

Fall off bounce back, fake niggaz hate that 

I know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true 

Be real with a nigga be real with you, you get a chick Southside too 

Stay on top of game, it's hard to shoot red beam to aim 

Gotta get that change, disregard the fame 

Why y'all niggaz hate, we shook back to divide up the cake 

Won't stop we fill the plate, y'all niggaz better get it straight 



[Hook x4] 



[Trae] 

These niggaz ain't real, I'ma show 'em the definition 

Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing 

I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal, quick to stealed 

They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real 

Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro 

Not too much but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoes 

For real I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zone 

Till they get pissed off and I get to clicking, get to running they bitch ass home 

I forever Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' never changing but rearranging 

Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman, then back to the West like Gary Payton 

For the 2K3 they can't see me, we A.B.N. out S.U.C 

Bitch niggaz better beat they feet, ain't no way you finna fuck with me 

Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss, ain't no way you finna fuck with B 

Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and boys lose they teeth 

I hope you feel what I'm telling y'all, if you don't then I'm swelling y'all 

Straight up on the click, pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all 



[Hook x4] 



[Z-Ro] 

These niggaz ain't real, they just act like they got nuts 

24 murderer pull up and dump, like scared busters they telling us 

I'm one of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers 

Why blow with beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters 

Guerilla Maab they running the streets, running thru sweets running thru freaks 

They daily pertaining M double A-B, everyday for Screw it's R.I.P 

One day Dinkie gon be free, no more Penitentiary 

Up on the stage with us getting paid G's, cause I'm straight out of no cash 

A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro 

That was a long time ago, because now I got some c-notes 

I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy, looking for jackers in my rearview 

Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming, with a infrared beam in my rearview 

But I ain't scared, been shot a few times but I ain't dead 

Made some moves but I ain't red, on a block in Mo City ain't bled 

So I claim that ass mine, when you revenge watch you out a vine 

Homie you better respect my mind, or be the next nigga to get found face down 



[Hook x4]