Artist: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
Album:  Piñata
Song:   Real
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

("Re-re-ready to kick your ass outta the world")

[Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, remember everybody ain't loyal
They soft as gelatan, sick of tellin 'em, nigga show 'em
It's coca in the pot, nigga drop it and let it boil
Goofy niggaz make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em
Eastside, sleepin in my dopehouse clothes (bitch)
Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds
Sucka comin with a short, he get extorted, exposed
Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes
Straight to the tippy top (yeah!)
Hear this nigga spittin it, whether I got a hit or not
I hit it with the whip, they noticed it when they hit the rock
I'm just a cocaína chemist
Cookin, choppin and cuttin, you'll die if I push a button
Niggaz heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to +Thuggin'+
If I never sell a record, might catch me hot water juggin
The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public
Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt and said "How you love it, bitch~!"
Remember everybody ain't loyal
Cause all the real niggaz in jail or deep in the soil
Or dancin with the devil or eatin the feast with the Lord
Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street, hit record, nigga
Uh... All the real niggaz either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga

Uh, yeah.. That's real, nigga..
("Need him alive?") ("I don't give a fuck!" {*gunshot*})
I don't give a fuck either, bitch!
Y'all got me fucked up in this bitch

Yeah! UH~! The world ain't big enough for both of us (NAW!)
Batter up, now you pussy niggaz gettin fucked (BITCH!)
Straight raw with infection, passin no prophylactic (NAW!)
Eastside, anybody killa, my niggaz active (Eastside nigga)
Smokin and breakin a 7-Up in a six-five-oh
Babyface Gangsta, I been slangin, bangin since nine-fo'
I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow
But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo' (Hell naw, bitch!)
Straight to the facts, nigga! I looked up to you, put that on my momma
Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar (Ask 1-5, nigga)
Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was gettin cheese
I played my fuck-ass contract, what the lick read?
Thought I'd say this shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it (You ain't, bitch!)
You wanna be Jay-Z, nigga? You just a fuckin puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin, so bitch I had to show ya
Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya
Man you said you the realest nigga in this motherfucker, check it
But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record
No nuts, got the whole team lookin weak
Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET
L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked
You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat (The fuck?!)
I played the fool before, but yo a hoe I'll never be
They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me
ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers
Pray the Lord'll take my breath 'fore I be like this monkey nigga
Just a whole lot of rappin with no muh'fuckin action
Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic (And you ain't do shit, nigga!)
And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate
It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake
Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place
Hoe take them shades up off yo' eyes and look me in my fuckin face!
Cause I'm a motherfuckin rare breed
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, don't reproduce nothing but evil seeds
I'm rappin and trappin and still duckin these F-E-D's
But BMF was stickin you for your fuckin cheese (Whoa~!)
And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard
But underneath the fuckin money, youse a fuckin mark
Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you (Bitch!)
Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you
Bitch! Snowman Killa, nigga...